The Spell Is Broke, the Charm Is Flown!
The spell is broke, the charm is flown!Thus is it with Life's fitful fever:We madly smile when we should groan;Delirium is our best deceiver.Each lucid interval of thoughtRecalls the woes of Nature's charter;And He that acts as wise men ought,But lives--as Saints have died--a martyr.
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