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Rarely, rarely, comest thou, Spirit of Delight ! Wherefore hast thou left me now Many a day and night 7 Many a weary night and day ! "Tis since thou art fled away. How shall ever one like me Win thee back again 2 With the joyous and the free Thou wilt scoff at pain. Spirit false ! thou hast forgot All but those who need thee not. 虧 峰 繳 鲁 Let me set my mournful ditty To a merry measure ;Thou wilt never come for pity, Thou wilt come for pleasure. 楊 繳 穆 棒 Thou art love and life I O come ! Make once more my heart thy home ! Shelley.