Upon A Poet'S Page I Wrote Of Old Two Letters Of Her Name; Part Seemed She Of The Effulgent Thought Whence That High Singer'S Rapture Came. - When Now I Turn The Leaf The Same Immortal Light Illumes The Lay, But From The Letters Of Her Name The Radiance Has Died Away! 1869.
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