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    "text": "In a lingering fever many visions come to you:",
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   {
    "text": "I was in the little house again",
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    "text": "With its great yard of clover",
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    "text": "Running down to the board-fence,",
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    "text": "Shadowed by the oak tree,",
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    "text": "Where we children had our swing.",
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    "text": "Yet the little house was a manor hall",
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    "text": "Set in a lawn, and by the lawn was the sea.",
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    "text": "I was in the room where little Paul",
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    "text": "Strangled from diphtheria,",
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    "text": "But yet it was not this room⁠—",
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    "text": "It was a sunny verandah enclosed",
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    "text": "With mullioned windows,",
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    "text": "And in a chair sat a man in a dark cloak,",
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    "text": "With a face like Euripides.",
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    "text": "He had come to visit me, or I had gone to visit him⁠—",
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    "text": "I could not tell.",
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    "text": "We could hear the beat of the sea, the clover nodded",
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    "text": "Under a summer wind, and little Paul came",
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    "text": "With clover blossoms to the window and smiled.",
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    "text": "Then I said: “What is ‘divine despair’ Alfred?”",
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    "text": "“Have you read Tears, Idle Tears?” he asked.",
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    "text": "“Yes, but you do not there express divine despair.”",
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    "text": "“My poor friend,” he answered, “that was why the despair",
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