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WRITTEN IN DECEMBER	A
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Strange to conceive how the same objects strike	B
At distant hours the mind with forms so like	B
Whether in time Deduction's broken chain	C
Meets and salutes her sister link again	D
Or haunted Fancy by a circling flight	E
Comes back with joy to its own seat at night	E
Or whether dead Imagination's ghost	F
Oft hovers where alive it haunted most	F
Or if Thought's rolling globe her circle run	G
Turns up old objects to the soul her sun	G
Or loves the Muse to walk with conscious pride	H
O'er the glad scene whence first she rose a bride	H
Be what it will late near yon whispering stream	I
Where her own Temple was her darling theme	I
There first the visionary sound was heard	J
When to poetic view the Muse appear'd	K
Such seem'd her eyes as when an evening ray	L
Gives glad farewell to a tempestuous day	L
Weak is the beam to dry up Nature's tears	M
Still every tree the pendent sorrow wears	M
Such are the smiles where drops of crystal show	N
Approaching joy at strife with parting woe	N
As when to scare th'ungrateful or the proud	O
Tempests long frown and thunder threatens loud	O
Till the blest sun to give kind dawn of grace	P
Darts weeping beams across Heaven's watery face	P
When soon the peaceful bow unstring'd is shown	Q
A sign God's dart is shot and wrath o'erblown	Q
Such to unhallow'd sight the Muse divine	Q
Might seem when first she raised her eyes to mine	Q
What mortal change does in thy face appear	R
Lost youth she cried since first I met thee here	S
With how undecent clouds are overcast	T
Thy looks when every cause of grief is past	T
Unworthy the glad tidings which I bring	U
Listen while the Muse thus teaches thee to sing	U
As parent earth burst by imprison'd winds	V
Scatters strange agues o'er men's sickly minds	W
And shakes the atheist's knees such ghastly fear	R
Late I beheld on every face appear	R
Mild Dorothea peaceful wise and great	X
Trembling beheld the doubtful hand of fate	X
Mild Dorothea whom we both have long	Y
Not dared to injure with our lowly song	Y
Sprung from a better world and chosen then	Q
The best companion for the best of men	Q
As some fair pile yet spared by zeal and rage	Z
Lives pious witness of a better age	Z
So men may see what once was womankind	X
In the fair shrine of Dorothea's mind	X
You that would grief describe come here and trace	P
Its watery footsteps in Dorinda's face	P
Grief from Dorinda's face does ne'er depart	X
Farther than its own palace in her heart	X
Ah since our fears are fled this insolent expel	A2
At least confine the tyrant to his cell	A2
And if so black the cloud that Heaven's bright queen	Q
Shrouds her still beams how should the stars be seen	Q
Thus when Dorinda wept joy every face forsook	B2
And grief flung sables on each menial look	B2
The humble tribe mourn'd for the quick'ning soul	C2
That furnish'd spirit and motion through the whole	C2
So would earth's face turn pale and life decay	L
Should Heaven suspend to act but for a day	L
So nature's crazed convulsions make us dread	X
That time is sick or the world's mind is dead	X
Take youth these thoughts large matter to employ	D2
The fancy furnish'd by returning joy	D2
And to mistaken man these truths rehearse	E2
Who dare revile the integrity of verse	E2
Ah favourite youth how happy is thy lot	X
But I'm deceived or thou regard'st me not	X
Speak for I wait thy answer and expect	X
Thy just submission for this bold neglect	X
Unknown the forms we the high priesthood use	F2
At the divine appearance of the Muse	G2
Which to divulge might shake profane belief	H2
And tell the irreligion of my grief	H2
Grief that excused the tribute of my knees	I2
And shaped my passion in such words as these	I2
Malignant goddess bane to my repose	J2
Thou universal cause of all my woes	J2
Say whence it comes that thou art grown of late	X
A poor amusement for my scorn and hate	X
The malice thou inspirest I never fail	K2
On thee to wreak the tribute when I rail	K2
Fool's commonplace thou art their weak ensconcing fort	X
Th'appeal of dulness in the last resort	X
Heaven with a parent's eye regarding earth	L2
Deals out to man the planet of his birth	L2
But sees thy meteor blaze about me shine	Q
And passing o'er mistakes thee still for mine	Q
Ah should I tell a secret yet unknown	Q
That thou ne'er hadst a being of thy own	Q
But a wild form dependent on the brain	Q
Scattering loose features o'er the optic vein	Q
Troubling the crystal fountain of the sight	X
Which darts on poets' eyes a trembling light	X
Kindled while reason sleeps but quickly flies	M2
Like antic shapes in dreams from waking eyes	M2
In sum a glitt'ring voice a painted name	N2
A walking vapour like thy sister fame	N2
But if thou be'st what thy mad votaries prate	X
A female power loose govern'd thoughts create	X
Why near the dregs of youth perversely wilt thou stay	X
So highly courted by the brisk and gay	X
Wert thou right woman thou should'st scorn to look	B2
On an abandon'd wretch by hopes forsook	B2
Forsook by hopes ill fortune's last relief	H2
Assign'd for life to unremitting grief	H2
For let Heaven's wrath enlarge these weary days	O2
If hope e'er dawns the smallest of its rays	O2
Time o'er the happy takes so swift a flight	X
And treads so soft so easy and so light	X
That we the wretched creeping far behind	X
Can scarce th'impression of his footsteps find	X
Smooth as that airy nymph so subtly born	Q
With inoffensive feet o'er standing corn	Q
Which bow'd by evening breeze with bending stalks	P2
Salutes the weary traveller as he walks	P2
But o'er the afflicted with a heavy pace	P
Sweeps the broad scythe and tramples on his face	P
Down falls the summer's pride and sadly shows	J2
Nature's bare visage furrow'd as he mows	Q2
See Muse what havoc in these looks appear	R
These are the tyrant's trophies of a year	R
Since hope his last and greatest foe is fled	X
Despair and he lodge ever in its stead	X
March o'er the ruin'd plain with motion slow	N
Still scattering desolation where they go	N
To thee I owe that fatal bent of mind	X
Still to unhappy restless thoughts inclined	X
To thee what oft I vainly strive to hide	X
That scorn of fools by fools mistook for pride	X
From thee whatever virtue takes its rise	M2
Grows a misfortune or becomes a vice	R2
Such were thy rules to be poetically great	X
Stoop not to interest flattery or deceit	X
Nor with hired thoughts be thy devotion paid	X
Learn to disdain their mercenary aid	X
Be this thy sure defence thy brazen wall	S2
Know no base action at no guilt turn pale	K2
And since unhappy distance thus denies	M2
T'expose thy soul clad in this poor disguise	M2
Since thy few ill presented graces seem	I
To breed contempt where thou hast hoped esteem	I
Madness like this no fancy ever seized	X
Still to be cheated never to be pleased	X
Since one false beam of joy in sickly minds	W
Is all the poor content delusion finds	W
There thy enchantment broke and from this hour	A
I here renounce thy visionary power	A
And since thy essence on my breath depends	T2
Thus with a puff the whole delusion ends	T2

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