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ONCE IN A STILL, SEQUESTERED PLACE
ONCE in a still, sequestered place
Where fell a shade, as of approaching death,
A lily drooped upon its wounded stem.
But, ah, how sweet its breath!
The shadow deepened into night,
Life flows no longer in the lily's veins;
But there where for a fragrant hour it bloomed,
A perfume still remains!
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