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...moments ai they pass. The winged moments, whose unstaying speed No art can stop, or in their course arrest ; Whose flight shall shortly count me with...poets tell, are true. Led by pale ghosts, I enter death-s dark gate, And bid the realms of light and life adieu ! I hear the helpless wail, the shriek...