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50 POEMS.
��XXXV. DISENCHANTMENT.
T T dropped so low in my regard ^ I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind ;
Yet blamed the fate that fractured,
Than I reviled myself For entertaining plated wares
Upon my silver shelf.
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