Hast thou thro' Eden's wild-wood vales, pursued
Each mountain-scene, magnificently rude,
Nor with attention's lifted eye, revered
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Go to the forest-shade,
Seek thou the well-known glade,
Where, heavy with sweet dew, the violets lie,
Gleaming thro' moss-tufts deep,
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I LAY on that rock where the storms have their dwelling,
The birthplace of phantoms, the home of the cloud;
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She knelt in prayer. A stream of sunset fell
Thro' the stain'd window of her lonely cell,
And with its rich, deep, melancholy glow
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'Thou'rt gone!–thou'rt slumb'ring low,
With the sounding seas above thee;
It is but a restless wo,
But a haunting dream to love thee!
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YE who burn with glory's flame!
Ye who love the Patriot's fame;
Ye who scorn oppressive might,
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I called on dreams and visions, to disclose
That which is veil'd from waking thought; conjured
Eternity, as men constrain a ghost
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Dark lowers our fate,
And terrible the storm that gathers o'er us;
But nothing, till that latest agony
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IF e'er for human bliss or woe
I feel the sympathetic glow;
If e'er my heart has learn'd to know
The gen'rous wish or pray'r;
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Answer me, burning stars of night,
Where is the spirit gone,
That past the reach of human sight,
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