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How wondrous did all things seem, My soul how great its scope! I wandered in a blessed dream, Bathed in the light of hope; A Paradise I found where'er Were seen blue sky, green earth, An angel was each maiden fair; Fresh joys each hour had birth.
Rich in the alchemy of thought Base metal tamed to gold; Bright inspirations came unsought, Earth all its secrets told: I dwelt with saints and sages dead, And made their raptures mine; A luxury was common bread, And water was as wine.
Shakespeare my master was and friend, Shelley upon me smiled; Burns did his fiery spirit lend Keats ravished and beguiled: I heard the minstrels of all time One wondrous chorus singing, Whose dominant recurrent rhyme With lore and joy was ringing,
Too glowing was the fire, or I Unworthy of its flame; And now I shiver, faint and die, Lost every noble aim: The glorious palace of my soul Is now a prison drear; Darkly I burrow like a mole, Ghostlike I linger here.

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