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Dear Reynolds as last night I lay in bed	A
There came before my eyes that wonted thread	A
Of shapes and shadows and remembrances	B
That every other minute vex and please	C
Things all disjointed come from north and south	D
Two witch's eyes above a cherub's mouth	D
Voltaire with casque and shield and habergeon	E
And Alexander with his nightcap on	E
Old Socrates a tying his cravat	A
And Hazlitt playing with Miss Edgeworth's cat	A
And Junius Brutus pretty well so so	F
Making the best of's way towards Soho	F
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Few are there who escape these visitings	F
Perhaps one or two whose lives have patent wings	F
And through whose curtains peeps no hellish nose	F
No wild boar tushes and no mermaid's toes	F
But flowers bursting out with lusty pride	A
And young AEolian harps personified	A
Some Titian colours touch'd into real life	G
The sacrifice goes on the pontiff knife	G
Gleams in the sun the milk white heifer lows	F
The pipes go shrilly the libation flows	F
A white sail shows above the green head cliff	H
Moves round the point and throws her anchor stiff	H
The mariners join hymn with those on land	A
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You know the Enchanted Castle it doth stand	A
Upon a rock on the border of a lake	I
Nested in trees which all do seem to shake	I
From some old magic like Urganda's sword	A
O Phoebus that I had thy sacred word	A
To show this Castle in fair dreaming wise	F
Unto my friend while sick and ill he lies	F
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You know it well enough where it doth seem	J
A mossy place a Merlin's Hall a dream	J
You know the clear lake and the little isles	F
The mountains blue and cold near neighbour rills	F
All which elsewhere are but half animate	A
Here do they look alive to love and hate	A
To smiles and frowns they seem a lifted mound	A
Above some giant pulsing underground	A
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Part of the building was a chosen See	F
Built by a banish'd Santon of Chaldee	A
The other part two thousand years from him	K
Was built by Cuthbert de Saint Aldebrim	K
Then there's a little wing far from the sun	E
Built by a Lapland witch turn'd maudlin nun	E
And many other juts of aged stone	E
Founded with many a mason devil's groan	E
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The doors all look as if they op'd themselves	F
The windows as if latch'd by fays and elves	F
And from them comes a silver flash of light	A
As from the westward of a summer's night	A
Or like a beauteous woman's large blue eyes	F
Gone mad through olden songs and poesies	F
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See what is coming from the distance dim	K
A golden galley all in silken trim	K
Three rows of oars are lightening moment whiles	F
Into the verdurous bosoms of those isles	F
Towards the shade under the Castle wall	L
It comes in silence now 'tis hidden all	L
The clarion sounds and from a postern gate	A
An echo of sweet music doth create	A
A fear in the poor herdsman who doth bring	M
His beasts to trouble the enchanted spring	M
He tells of the sweet music and the spot	A
To all his friends and they believe him not	A
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O that our dreamings all of sleep or wake	I
Would all their colours from the sunset take	I
From something of material sublime	K
Rather than shadow our own soul's day time	K
In the dark void of night For in the world	A
We jostle but my flag is not unfurl'd	A
On the Admiral staff and to philosophize	F
I dare not yet Oh never will the prize	F
High reason and the lore of good and ill	N
Be my award Things cannot to the will	N
Be settled but they tease us out of thought	A
Or is it that Imagination brought	A
Beyond its proper bound yet still confin'd	A
Lost in a sort of Purgatory blind	A
Cannot refer to any standard law	O
Of either earth or heaven It is a flaw	O
In happiness to see beyond our bourn	E
It forces us in summer skies to mourn	E
It spoils the singing of the Nightingale	P
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Dear Reynolds I have a mysterious tale	P
And cannot speak it The first page I read	A
Upon a lampit rock of green sea weed	A
Among the breakers 'twas a quiet eve	Q
The rocks were silent the wide sea did weave	Q
An untumultuous fringe of silver foam	K
Along the flat brown sand I was at home	K
And should have been most happy but I saw	O
Too far into the sea where every maw	O
The greater on the less feeds evermore	R
But I saw too distinct into the core	R
Of an eternal fierce destruction	E
And so from happiness I far was gone	E
Still am I sick of it and though to day	A
I've gather'd young spring leaves and flowers gay	A
Of periwinkle and wild strawberry	F
Still do I that most fierce destruction see	F
The Shark at savage prey the Hawk at pounce	F
The gentle Robin like a Pard or Ounce	F
Ravening a worm Away ye horrid moods	F
Moods of one's mind You know I hate them well	S
You know I'd sooner be a clapping Bell	S
To some Kamschatcan Missionary Church	T
Than with these horrid moods be left i' the lurch	T
Do you get health and Tom the same I'll dance	F
And from detested moods in new Romance	F
Take refuge Of bad lines a Centaine dose	F
Is sure enough and so 'here follows prose '	-

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