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SPIRITS TWAIN.
Through paths unfrequented,
All noiselessly and as the lightning fleet,
By airy fancy or by sweet charm led,
We pass, on winged feet.

By day aloft we soar
Piercing the heaven's limitless blue dome,
By night, its glittering, starry splendors o'er,
Close, closer still we roam.

Then to the sapphire sea,
Where liquid emeralds and rubies glow,
Down into coral depths and treasures we
Close, close together go.

Sometimes a darker spell
From saddest memory lures us with its trend,
Past the dark cypress, in the yew-tree dell,
Where over graves we bend.