And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, "'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door- Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;- This it is, and nothing more.
Did I live the spring I__ sought?It__ true in joy, I walked along,took part in dance, and sang the song.and never tried to bind an hourto my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreata day to slumber at my feet.Yet days aren__ lulled by lyric song,like morning birds they pass along,o__r crests of trees, to none belong;o__r crests of trees of drying dew,their larking flight, my hands, eschewThus I__l say it once and true_From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered.
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Did I live the spring I__ sought?It__ true in joy, I walked along,took part in dance, and sang the song.and never tried to bind an hourto my borrowed garden bower;nor did I once entreata day to slumber at my feet.Yet days aren__ lulled by lyric song,like morning birds they pass along,o__r crests of trees, to none belong;o__r crests of trees of drying dew,their larking flight, my hands, eschewThus I__l say it once and true_From all that I saw, and everywhere I wandered,I learned that time cannot be spent,It only can be squandered.
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