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Recorders Ages Hence.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.

RECORDERS AGES HENCE.

RECORDERS ages hence, Come, I will take you down underneath this impassive exterior, I  
 will tell you what to say of me,
Publish my name and hang up my picture as that of the tenderest  
 lover,
The friend the lover's portrait, of whom his friend his lover was  
 fondest,
Who was not proud of his songs, but of the measureless ocean of  
 love within him, and freely pour'd it forth,
Who often walk'd lonesome walks thinking of his dear friends, his  
 lovers,
Who pensive away from one he lov'd often lay sleepless and dissat- 
 isfied at night,
Who knew too well the sick, sick dread lest the one he lov'd  
 might secretly be indifferent to him,
Whose happiest days were far away through fields, in woods, on  
 hills, he and another wandering hand in hand, they twain  
 apart from other men,
Who oft as he saunter'd the streets curv'd with his arm the shoul  
 der of his friend, while the arm of his friend rested upon  
 him also.

Part of the cluster CALAMUS.

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