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Mother of musings Contemplation sage	A
Whose grotto stands upon the topmost rock	B
Of Teneriffe 'mid the tempestuous night	C
On which in calmest meditation held	D
Thou hear'st with howling winds the beating rain	E
And drifting hail descend or if the skies	F
Unclouded shine and through the blue serene	G
Pale Cynthia rolls her silver axled car	H
Whence gazing steadfast on the spangled vault	I
Raptured thou sitt'st while murmurs indistinct	J
Of distant billows soothe thy pensive ear	K
With hoarse and hollow sounds secure self blest	L
There oft thou listen'st to the wild uproar	M
Of fleets encount'ring that in whispers low	N
Ascends the rocky summit where thou dwell'st	O
Remote from man conversing with the spheres	P
O lead me queen sublime to solemn glooms	P
Congenial with my soul to cheerless shades	P
To ruin'd seats to twilight cells and bowers	P
Where thoughtful Melancholy loves to muse	P
Her favorite midnight haunts The laughing scenes	P
Of purple Spring where all the wanton train	E
Of Smiles and Graces seem to lead the dance	P
In sportive round while from their hands they shower	Q
Ambrosial blooms and flowers no longer charm	R
Tempe no more I court thy balmy breeze	P
Adieu green vales Ye broider'd meads adieu	S
Beneath yon ruin'd abbey's moss grown piles	P
Oft let me sit at twilight hour of eve	T
Where through some western window the pale moon	U
Pours her long levell'd rule of streaming light	C
While sullen sacred silence reigns around	V
Save the lone screech owl's note who builds his bower	Q
Amid the mould'ring caverns dark and damp	W
Or the calm breeze that rustles in the leaves	P
Of flaunting ivy that with mantle green	G
Invests some wasted tower Or let me tread	X
Its neighb'ring walk of pines where mus'd of old	Y
The cloister'd brothers thro' the gloomy void	Z
That far extends beneath their ample arch	A2
As on I pace religious horror wraps	P
My soul in dread repose But when the world	B2
Is clad in Midnight's raven colour'd robe	C2
'Mid hollow charnel let me watch the flame	D2
Of taper dim shedding a livid glare	E2
O'er the wan heaps while airy voices talk	F2
Along the glimm'ring walls or ghostly shape	G2
At distance seen invites with beck'ning hand	H2
My lonesome steps thro' the far winding vaults	P
Nor undelightful is the solemn noon	U
Of night when haply wakeful from my couch	I2
I start lo all is motionless around	V
Roars not the rushing wind the sons of men	J2
And every beast in mute oblivion lie	K2
All nature's hush'd in silence and in sleep	L2
O then how fearful is it to reflect	M2
That thro' the still globe's awful solitude	N2
No being wakes but me till stealing sleep	L2
My drooping temples bathes in opiate dews	P
Nor then let dreams of wanton folly born	O2
My senses lead thro' flow'ry paths of joy	P2
But let the sacred Genius of the night	C
Such mystic visions send as Spenser saw	P
When thro' bewild'ring Fancy's magic maze	P
To the fell house of Busyrane he led	X
Th' unshaken Britomart or Milton knew	S
When in abstracted thought he first conceiv'd	Q2
All heav'n in tumult and the Seraphim	D2
Come tow'ring arm'd in adamant and gold	Y
Let others love soft Summer's evening smiles	P
As listening to the distant waterfall	R2
They mark the blushes of the streaky west'	Y
I choose the pale December's foggy glooms	P
Then when the sullen shades of evening close	P
Where through the room a blindly glimmering gleam	D2
They dying embers scatter far remote	Y
From Mirth's mad shouts that through th' illumined roof	S2
Resound with festive echo let me sit	Y
Blest with the lowly cricket's drowsy dirge	T2
Then let my thought contemplative explore	M
This fleeting state of things the vain delights	P
The fruitless toils that still our search elude	Y
As through the wilderness of life we rove	U2
This sober hour of silence will unmask	V2
False Folly's smile that like the dazzling spells	P
Of wily Comus cheat th' unweeting eye	K2
With blear illusion and persuade to drink	W2
That charmed cup which Reason's mintage fair	E2
Unmoulds and stamps the monster on the man	X2
Eager we taste but in the luscious draught	Y
Forget the poisonous dregs that lurk beneath	Y2
Few know that elegance of soul refin'd	Y
Whose soft sensation feels a quicker joy	P2
From Melancholy's scenes than the dull pride	Y
Of tasteless splendour and magnificence	P
Can e'er afford Thus Eloise whose mind	Y
Had languish'd to the pangs of melting love	Z2
More genuine transport found as on some tomb	D2
Reclin'd she watch'd the tapers of the dead	Y
Or thro' the pillar'd aisles amid pale shrines	P
Of imag'd saints and intermingled graves	P
Mus'd a veil'd votaress than Flavia feels	P
As thro' the mazes of the festive ball	R2
Proud of her conquering charms and beauty's blaze	P
She floats amid the silken sons of dress	P
And shines the fairest of th' assembled fair	E2
When azure noontide cheers the daedal globe	C2
And the blest regent of the golden day	Y
Rejoices in his bright meridian tower	Q
How oft my wishes ask the night's return	A3
That best befriends the melancholy mind	Y
Hail sacred Night thou too shalt share my song	B3
Sister of ebon scepter'd Hecate hail	C3
Whether in congregated clouds thou wrapp'st	Y
Thy viewless chariot or with silver crown	D3
Thy beaming head encirclest ever hail	C3
What though beneath thy gloom the sorceress train	E
Far in obscured haunt of Lapland moors	P
With rhymes uncouth the bloody caldron bless	P
Though Murder wan beneath thy shrouding shade	Y
Summons her slow eyed votaries to devise	P
Of secret slaughter while by one blue lamp	W
In hideous conference sits the listening band	Y
And start at each low wind or wakeful sound	Y
What though thy stay the pilgrim curseth oft	Y
As all benighted in Arabian wastes	P
He hears the wilderness around him howl	E3
With roaming monsters while on his hoar head	Y
The black descending tempest ceaseless beats	P
Yet more delightful to my pensive mind	Y
Is thy return than blooming morn's approach	F3
E'en then in youthful pride of opening May	Y
When from the portals of the saffron east	Y
She sheds fresh roses and ambrosial dews	P
Yet not ungrateful is the morn's approach	F3
When dropping wet she comes and clad in clouds	P
While through the damp air scowls the lowering south	G3
Blackening the landscape's face that grove and hill	H3
In formless vapours undistinguish'd swim	D2
Th' afflicted of the sadden'd groves	P
Hail not the sullen gloom the waving elms	P
That hoar through time and ranged in thick array	Y
Enclose with stately row some rural hall	R2
Are mute nor echo with the clamours hoarse	P
Of rooks rejoicing on their airy boughs	P
While to the shed the dripping poultry crowd	Y
A mournful train secure the village hind	Y
Hangs o'er the crackling blaze nor tempts the storm	D2
Fix'd in unfinish'd furrow furrow rests the plough	I3
Rings not the high wood with enliven'd shouts	P
Of early hunter all is silence drear	Y
And deeptest saness wraps the face of things	P
Thro' Pope's soft song tho' all the Graces breathe	J3
And happiest art adorn his Attic page	A
Yet does my mind with sweeter transport glow	N
As at the root of mossy trunk reclin'd	Y
In magic Spenser's wildly warbled song	B3
I see deserted Una wander wide	Y
Thro' wasteful solitudes and lurid heaths	P
Weary forlorn than when the fated fair	Y
Upon the bosom bright of silver Thames	P
Launches in all the lustre of brocade	Y
Amid the splendours of the laughing Sun	K3
The gay description palls upon the sense	P
And coldly strikes the mind with feeble bliss	P
Ye youths of Albion's beauty blooming isle	L3
Whose brows have worn the wreath of luckless love	Z2
Is there a pleasure like the pensive mood	Y
Whose magic wont to soothe your soften'd souls	P
O tell how rapturous the joy to melt	Y
To Melody's assuasive voice to bend	Y
Th' uncertain step along the midnight mead	Y
And pour your sorrows to the pitying moon	U
By many a slow trill from the bird of woe	N
Oft interrupted in embowering woods	P
By darksome brook to muse and there forget	Y
The solemn dulness of the tedious world	Y
While Fancy grasps the visionary fair	Y

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