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A SHEAF GLEANED
Haply of those mountains grand,
That produce, alas! but mice,
Castles in Spain,—a prince's hand,
Bonbons, lovers, or cream-ice.
Haply of soft whispers breathed
'Mid the mazes of a ball,
Robes, or flowers, or hair enwreathed,
Me,—or nothing, dear, at all.
