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In Westminster Abbey
Let me take this other glove
As the vox humana swells,
And the beauteous fields of
Bask beneath the Abbey bells
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Let me take this other glove
As the vox humana swells,
And the beauteous fields of
Bask beneath the Abbey bells
Five years have past; five summers, with the length
Of five long winters! and again I hear
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs
With a soft inland murmur.—Once again