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Poem	YESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one, Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons afar. Silver-grey is the early snow to-day on thy summit, Through the tempestuous night streaming fast over thy brow. Youth, alas, throughout life as closely to age is united As, in some changeable dream, yesterday blends with to-day. Uri, October 7th, 1797.
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