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The meeting boughs and implicated leaves Wove twilight o'er the Poet's path, as led By love, or dream, or god, or mightier Death, He sought in Nature's dearest haunt, some bank Her cradle, and his sepulchre... -Percy Bysshe Shelley, The Spirit of Solitude, 1816 |
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