What is it about these lofty
And outlooks, airy?
Can guess I whose lightheadedness
They're conducive to!
From what, in city hearts o'erhang
Paris, Rome, down-sang
To what feeling-realms, proximate
Heaven, awe-hushing;
Which doubtless lends a romancing
Its purer virtue!
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