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Ad Cimmerios

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(A Prefatory Sonnet for SANTA LUCIA, the Misses Hodgkin's Magazine for the Blind)     We, deeming day-light fair, and loving well     Its forms and dyes, and all the motley play     Of lives that win their colour from the day,     Are fain some wonder of it all to tell     To you that in that elder kingdom dwell     Of Ancient Night, and thus we make assay     Day to translate to Darkness, so to say,     To talk Cimmerian for a little spell.     Yet, as we write, may we not doubt lest ye     Should smile on us, as once our fathers smiled,     When we made vaunt of joys they knew no more;     Knowing great dreams young eyes can never see,     Dwelling in peace unguessed of any child -     Will ye smile thus upon our daylight lore?

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