When by my solitary hearth I sit,
When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye” flit,
And the bare heath of life presents no bloom;
Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed,
And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head. (John Keats)

When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye” flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

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