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I saw them and they were the same,
The only one in view j
And by it there were waters flowing,
360 Fell on me as a heavy load; It was as is a new-dug grave, Closing o'er one we sought to save, And yet my glance, too much opprest, Had almost need of such a rest.
It might be months, or years, or days,
I kept no count—I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise,
And clear them of their dreary mote;
I ask'd not why, and reck'd not where,
I learn’d to love despair.
Had seen the mice by moonlight play,
ROUSSEAU—Voltaire our Gibbon-and de Staël
5 Leman! these names are worthy of thy shore,
Thy shore of names like these, wert thou no more, Their memory thy remembrance would recall : To them thy banks were lovely as to all,
But they have made them lovelier, for the lore
Of mighty minds doth hallow in the core Of human hearts the ruin of a wall