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The Spell Is Broke, The Charm Is Flown![m]
WRITTEN AT ATHENS, JANUARY 16, 1810.
The spell is broke, the charm is flown!
Thus is it with Life's fitful fever:
We madly smile when we should groan;
Delirium is our best deceiver.
Each lucid interval of thought
Recalls the woes of Nature's charter;
And He that acts as wise men ought,
But lives—as Saints have died—a martyr.
[MS. M. First published, Childe Harold, 1812 (4to).]
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[m] Written at Athens.—[1812.]