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world us; late , soon,
getting , spending, lay waste our powers:
little see in nature ours;
have given our hearts away, sordid boon!
sea bares bosom moon; [5]
winds howling @ hours,
, up-gathered sleeping flowers;
this, everything, out of tune;
moves not.--great god! i'd rather
pagan suckled in creed outworn; [10]
might i, standing on pleasant lea,
have glimpses make me less forlorn;
have sight of proteus rising sea;
or hear old triton blow wreathed horn.
the world us; late , soon, getting , spending, lay waste our powers: little see in nature ours; have given our hearts away, sordid boon! sea bares bosom moon; [5] winds howling @ hours, , up-gathered now...
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