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ARMED
Give me to-night to hide me in the shade.
That neither moon nor star
May see the secret place where I am laid,
Nor watch me from afar.
Let not the dark its prying ghosts employ
To peer on my retreat.
And see the fragments of my broken toy
Lie scattered at my feet.
I fashioned it, that idol of my own.
Of metal strange and bright;
I made my toy a god—I raised a throne
To honour my delight.
This haunted byway of the grove was lit
With lamps my hand had trimmed.
Before the altar in the midst of it
I kept their flame undimmed.
My steps turned ever to the hidden shrine ;
Aware or unaware,
My soul dwelt only in that spot divine.
And now a wreck lies there.
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