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And thronging shadows, fast and thick,
Fall on my overflowing eyes;
My heart is quivering like a flame ;

As morning dew, that in the sunbeam dies,

I am dissolved in these consuming ecstasies.

IV.

I have no life, Constantia, now, but thee, Whilst, like the world-surrounding air, thy song

Flows on, and fills all things with melody.Now is thy voice a tempest swift and strong, On which, like one in trance upborne,

Secure o'er rocks and waves I sweep, Rejoicing like a cloud of morn.

Now 'tis the breath of summer night, Which when the starry waters sleep,

Round western isles, with incense-blossoms bright,

Lingering, suspends my soul in its voluptuous flight.

Singing

Y spirit like a charmèd bark doth

swim

Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing,

Far

away into the regions dim Of rapture

—as a boat, with swift sails wing

ing

Its way adown some many-winding river.

A Fragment: To Music

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ILVER key of the fountain of

tears,

Where the spirit drinks till the brain is wild;

Softest

grave of a thousand fears, Where their mother, Care, like a drowsy

child,

Is laid asleep in flowers.

Music

70, Music, thou art not the "food of Love,"

Unless Love feeds upon its own sweet self,

Till it becomes all Music murmurs of.

"Mighty Eagle"

Supposed to Be Addressed to William Godwin

IGHTY eagle! thou that soarest
O'er the misty mountain forest,
And amid the light of morning
Like a cloud of glory hiest,

And when night descends defiest
The embattled tempests' warning!

THE END

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