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ON POETRY AND THE POETS
"Come, rest in this bosom, my own deer,
Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;
Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast,
And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
ON POETRY AND THE POETS
"Come, rest in this bosom, my own deer,
Though the herd have fled from thee, thy home is still here;
Here still is the smile that no cloud can o'ercast,
And a heart and a hand all thy own to the last.
Poe - v06
