itammering lips and insuffit sound

        I strive and struggle to deliver right

        t musiy nature, day and night

        it and feeling interwound

        And inly anshe senses round

        itaves of a mystic dept

        ep out grandly to te

        From the sensual ground.

        truggle to outbear

        tals of the sense, sublime and whole,

        And utter all myself into the air:

        But if I did it,--as thunder-roll

        Breaks its own cloud, my fleshere,

        Before t dread apocalypse of soul.
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