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...the earth, earthy. What I am about to read is from his last long poem, " The Princess:" Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sod, so fresh, the days that are no more. Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest...

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...broidered down we sank Our elbows : on a tripod in the midst A fragrant flame rose, and before us glowed Fruit, blossom, viand, amber wine and gold. Then she,...strange as in dark summer dawns The earliest pipe of half-awakened birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyes The casement slowly grows a glimmering square...

...tha earth, earthy. What I am about to read is from his last long poem, " The Princess :" Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth...half-awaken'd birds To dying ears, when unto dying eyea The casement slowly grows a glimmering square ; So sad, so strange, the days that are no more....