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        Since last I felt t,

        And t breathings summer-

        Met mine upon my lips. Noh appears

        As strao me as dreams of distant spheres

        Or ts of . Natures lute

        Sounds on, be,

        A strahe prisoners ears,

        Dilated by taill the brain

        Gro feels too

        h a visionary pain,

        Past the precluded senses, sweep and Rhine

        Streams, forests, glades, and many a golden train

        Of sunlit ransfigured to Divine.
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