Faintly as a scene, far set
To be seen twas heard:
A carousal of motion;
Mirth, music-impelled, above
Our own care-sobered.
A holiday crowd, out of
Season mocking us.
The fizz of an uncorked myth;
Jubilation poured upon
Who died credulous!
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