UPON a poet’s page I wrote
Of old two letters of her name;
Part seemed she of the effulgent thought
Whence that high singer’s rapture came.
–When now I turn the leaf the same
Immortal light illumes the lay
But from the letters of her name
The radiance has died away.
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