thoughts of romantic ideas attached to blindness.
Ideas of unusual sensitivity,
reading auras to which were deeper and blacker than the muse;
brighter and beautiful than the colours on the pellet.
“Bright orient, fair flower, untimely pluck’d, soon faded.
Pluck’d in the bud, and faded in the spring!
When the sunsets,
“Lost, faded, broken, dead
within an hour.”
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