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Wafted by gay Illusion s breath, 

 Heedless of sunken rock beneath, 

 Life s bark did gently glide. 



Floating from Spring s elysian bowers, 

 In joyous band, the sister hours, 



Each from the other veiled ; 

 Around me danced, in gayest measure, 

 Bestowing each some newer pleasure, 



As dreamingly I sailed. 



Now, scattered wide along the way, 

 Life s winding stream as I survey, 



There moves a shadowy host, 

 Recalling as by magic power 

 But sad regrets of happier hour, 



Of love or friendship lost. 



From Memory s tumultuous cell, 

 Aroused, as when some funeral knell 



Starts corpses from the deep, 

 Each mocking image springs to view, 

 Each shade a shadow to pursue 



Ah ! Memory ! bid them sleep. 



