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Clara Shanafelt

O Glass-Blower of time,
 Hast blown all shapes at thy fire?
Canst thou no lovelier bell,
 No clearer bubble, clear as delight, inflate me —
Worthy to hold such wine
 As was never yet trod from the grape,
Since the stars shed their light, since the moon
 Troubled the night with her beauty?

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