“Love’s heralds should be thoughts,
Which ten times faster glide than the sun’s beams,
Driving black shadows over low’ring hills.”
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The mystical gnome never flinches from toil
Who buries the rubies in Orient soil;
Yet busier mortals will ever abound,
Who bruise all the soil till the treasure is found.
The words in italics are spelt with the same six letters.
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The Puzzle acrostic—
My feathered first has wings and sings,
Unfledged my second swings its wings;
My third on blackest pinions flies,
My fourth can float beneath the skies.
The letters to my first that fall
Are the initials of them all.
is solved thus—