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For tho’ on earth thy beauty’s bloom   Blush’d in its spring, and faded then, And, mourning o’er thine early tomb,   I weep thee still, but weep in vain; Bright was the transitory gleam That cheer’d thy life’s short wav’ring dream.
Complete Works of Alfred, Lord Tennyson
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