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Bards Of Passion And Of Mirth, Ye Have Left Your Souls On Earth! Have Ye Souls In Heaven Too, Double-lived In Regions New?

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.

Fade Far Away, Dissolve, And Quite Forget.

I Came To Feel How Far Above All Fancy, Pride, And Fickle Maidenhood, All Earthly Pleasure, All Imagined Good, Was The Warm Tremble Of A Devout Kiss.

Joy, Whose Hand Is Ever At His Lips, Bidding Adieu