Look'd at each other with a wild surmise,

Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

On first looking into Chapman's Homer.

E'en like the passage of an angel's tear

That falls through the clear ether silently.

To One who has been long in City pent.

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The poetry of earth is never dead.

On the Grasshopper and Cricket.

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.[577:1]