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7388	Holmes, Oliver Wendell	The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — Volume 01: Earlier Poems (1830-1836)			.txt	text/plain	11788	1056	94	Tell me each living poet's doom! So thick, beneath the line he reads, And, now thy smiles have passed away, In such a spring-like way? My loved, my long-lost breeches! To mind a slender man like me, We, like the leaf, the summit, or the wave, Or shedding radiance, like the smiles of God; The girl, turned matron to her babe-like charge; Poets, like painters, their machinery claim, Flung on thy bosom like a girl's bouquet, Then fall unheeded, fading like the flower? Are lost like dew-drops caught in burning towns, Streamed o'er his memory like a forest's flame; Have passed and faded like a dream of youth, Ere, like a vision of the morning air, Heaven asks no surplice round the heart that feels, Think not the poet lives in verse alone. Glowed like the morn beneath Aurora's wings, Thou wouldst be partner of thy poet's dreams,	./cache/7388.txt	./txt/7388.txt