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Oh! Have you ever seen the mist
that does not blur and softly shade
all things it covers with it's cloak
of fay oblivion's ringlets made?
Have you not seen a mist that falls
on wood and field and chamber cold
that, veiling with it's wispy shroud,
unveils mysterious, fright'ning gold?
It swirls and rushes, pointing e'er,
not bound to this terrest'rial globe,
and so, we only see it when
our eyes see past it's glitt'ring robe.