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ODE TO JULIA;
WRITTEN AT PONT-ABERGLASSLYN, CARNARVONSHIRE.
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I've roved o'er many a mountain wide;And conn'd their steeps from side to side;
Seen many a rock aspiring rise,—
Astonish'd,—to its native skies;
While countless crags appear'd below,
All black with shade, or white with snow.
These as I've seen, my heart,—still true,—
Trembled—for I thought of you.
II
I've listen'd to the torrent's roar,In scenes where man ne'er trod before;
And, as I've heard the vernal bee
In sweet, delirious, ecstasy,
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Responsive to its murmuring;
I've bade those scenes and sounds adieu,
To dwell in pensive thought on you.
III
As on the ocean's shelvy shore,I've listen'd to its solemn roar;
Beset with awful wonders round,
While sea-birds scream'd with grating sound,
And moon majestic from a cloud,
Display'd her front, sublime and proud;
I've thought how sweet, how far more dear
Those sounds would be, were Julia near.
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