_Ah! wouldst thou then redream the love of yore? Bind on thy heart the wings of Memory, And hie thee to an unforgotten shore Across the sea._ _O hie thee to the land, where, constant still, While golden distance hid the years to be, We watched the suns go down behind the hill Across the sea._…
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