Imagination an angel is;
Delivering, like the saint
The poet from restraint.
Walls, bars embarrassing.
The favour of his wing
From shrouded banks realized;
With love ripening!
Imagination, it is presumed
If lent a reality
Twas given marginally!
But clothed, to be sure
Irresistably, since law
Of bards necessitate it;
A muse who implore.
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