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The wings of the ephemera, |
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Are robes, bright and splendid. |
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My heart is grieved; -- |
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Would they but come and abide with me! |
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The wings of the ephemera, |
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Are robes, variously adorned. |
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My heart is grieved; -- |
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Would they but come and rest with me! |
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The ephemera bursts from its hole, |
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With a robe of hemp like snow. |
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My heart is grieved; -- |
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Would they but come and lodge with me! |