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PALINODIA. 1841.
YE mountains, on whose torrent-furrowed slopes,And bare and silent brows uplift to heaven,I envied oft the soul which fills your wastesOf pure and stern sublime, and still expanseUnbroken by the petty incidentsOf noisy life: Oh hear me once again!
Winds, upon whose racked eddies, far aloft,Above the murmur of the uneasy world,My thoughts in exultation held their way:Whose tremulous whispers through the rustling gladeWere once to me unearthly tones of love,Joy without object, wordless music, stealingThrough all my soul, until my pulse beat fastWith aimless hope, and unexpressed desire—
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