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Some close behind, some side by side,
The Stream that flows out of the Lake,
- The Fishers say, those Sisters fair
By Faeries are all buried there,
· To H. C.
SIX YEARS OLD.
O Thou! whose fancies from afar are brought;
Suspended in a stream as clear as sky,
I thought of times when Pain might be thy guest,