Mist-rising, and shown off anew
Of what's too fantastical
A vision that one, daydreaming
Could not be astounded more
I bless the eternal for.
Twas followed up, as you'd expect
By this peddled into plea;
Day-pleasure's first Time-directed:
'Be motionless, yourself; and cease
This of sun-melt's increase'.
Angelsea vic.
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