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...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...lighting Of the sunken sun. O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes...

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...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening, _ Thou dost float and run ; 'ke an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...