HOW Memory haunts us! When we fain would be Alone and free,
Uninterrupted by his mournful words, Faint, indistinct, as are a
wind-harp's chords Hung on a leafless tree,-- He will not leave us:
we resolve in vain To chase him forth--for he returns again, Pining
incessantly!
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