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Then all the charm is broken, all that phontom~world so fair-Vanishes. And a thousand circles spread. Stay awhile poor youth, whom scarcely dars't lift up thine eyes, the pool will soon renew it's smoothness-Soon the visions will return. And lo, he stays-And soon the fragments dim of lovely forms, come trembling back, unite, and now once more-
The Pool becomes a Mirror |
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