 | Mansoul or The Riddle of the World |  |
From merry dream, amidst nights solitude;
I waked of Oberon, ánd his Faerie Nation;
Huge únhewed scantling of great craig, beneath.
Crickets chirked at my feet. I looking up,
Beheld the Waggoner, now much wheeled downforth,
Amidst the Signs. Wide shines hoar Watling Street;
That girds great Starry Frost, Heavens Infinite Coast.
I waked of Oberon, ánd his Faerie Nation;
Huge únhewed scantling of great craig, beneath.
Crickets chirked at my feet. I looking up,
Beheld the Waggoner, now much wheeled downforth,
Amidst the Signs. Wide shines hoar Watling Street;
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Not Cynthias this light is, She casts to Earth;
Sailing through holt of heaven, whilst Earthlings sleep:
All other radiance lies on heaths night-breast;
Sheepwolds, where ploughman never clave the turf.
Where the great bustard timbers, from Mans foot,
Remote, her rough-built solitary nest.
Sailing through holt of heaven, whilst Earthlings sleep:
All other radiance lies on heaths night-breast;
Sheepwolds, where ploughman never clave the turf.
Where the great bustard timbers, from Mans foot,
Remote, her rough-built solitary nest.
As for me uprisen, I urged was suddenly forth.
Impelled, by the same Power as ere; I was
Soon after stayed, upon a wind-kisst bank;
Where a Man-loving ruddock warbled soft,
From sweet briar bush; and twittered in his sleep.
Impelled, by the same Power as ere; I was
Soon after stayed, upon a wind-kisst bank;
Where a Man-loving ruddock warbled soft,
From sweet briar bush; and twittered in his sleep.
| Mansoul or The Riddle of the World | |