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1327 The Symptom of the Gale— The Second of Dismay— Between its Rumor and its Face— Is almost Revelry— The Houses firmer root— The Heavens cannot be found— The Upper Surfaces of things Take covert in the Ground— The Mem'ry of the Sun Not Any can recall— Although by Nature's sterling Watch So scant an interval— And when the Noise is caught And Nature looks around— "We dreamed it"? She interrogates— "Good Morning"—We propound? Edited by Peter Carter
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