So ,Three Ghosts adieu! Ye cannot raise
My head cool-bedded in the flowery grass
For I would not be dieted with praise
A pet lamb in a sentimental farce!
Fade softly from my eyes,and be once more
In mask-like figures on the dreamy urn;
Farewell! I yet have visions for the night,
And for the day faint visions there is a store;
Vanish ,ye Phantoms! from my idle spright,
Into the clouds and never more return!
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