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I WAS MUSING last night on my spendthrift days, when I thought you spoke to me-

In youth's careless career you kept all the doors open in your house.

The world went in and out as it pleased-the world with its dust, doubts, and disorder-and with its music.

With the wild crowd I came to you again and again unknown and unbidden.

Had you kept shut your doors in wise seclusion how could I have found my way into your house?'

 

 

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