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A bit of Shelley
"...Nor seeks, nor finds he mortal blisses,
but feeds on the aerial kisses
of shapes that haunt life's wildernesses...
...But from these create he can
Forms more real than living man."
A bit of Yeats:
"One had a lovely face
And two or three had charm
But charm and face were in vain
Because the mountain grass
Cannot but keep the form
Where the mountain hare has lain"
Iain McLean
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