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POEMS. 165
XXVII. INVISIBLE.
T^ROM us she wandered now a year,
- Her tarrying unknown ;
If wilderness prevent her feet, Or that ethereal zone
No eye hath seen and lived,
We ignorant must be. We only know what time of year
We took the mystery.
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