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XXXVIII. THE MORTAL MUSE.

O, thou, my Inspiration! from afar
Lighting my fancy, as the sun the star—
Distance shades not thy glory from my sight;
But through the mediate air I drink thy light,
And with the beam of thy reflected love
Am kindled and instinct! My thought doth move,
In planetary state, through passion's sky,
Around the sun-like centre of thine eye;
And, subtle made by that refining fire,
Exhales in breath, which floateth o'er my lyre
And stirreth the sweet concord of its springs,
Till Poesy opes wide her rainbow-wings;
And, through an universe of smiles and tears,
Wafts to communion with the wild-voiced spheres!