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METAPHYSICAL SONNET I.
Written 1794.
My soul's an atom in the world of mind,
Hurl'd from its centre by some adverse storm;
The attraction's gone, its movements that confin'd
The impulse fled, that urged it to perform
Its destined office. Wandering through the void,
Each due attrition, each excitement dead,
Its moral aim and action seem destroyed,
And its existence, like its functions, fled.
Love was the parent orb from whence it drew
Its moral being, hope its active force;
But Love's dear sun shall never shine anew;
Nor Hope again direct my wandering course!
My life is nothing to mankind!—To me
'Tis worse than nothing! 'Tis all agony!
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