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You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics
and the rain repeatedly spattering its words and drilling them full of apertures and birds
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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 Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,
That on a wi...