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II.—THE AIR.
Invisible enchanter, sweet and strong,That crumblest mountains in thy soft embrace,
That rock'st the feathered seed through sunlit space
And lull'st the sea with thy caressing song;
How lightly dost thou dance the waves among,
And wingest them for flight of fitful grace,
And in the cloud-rack's path which none can trace
Dispersing cheer the parchéd earth along!
My voice thou bearest over dale and hill
And spread'st in viewless billows near and far;
And with a subtler undulation still
Thou tremblest with the light of farthest star,
And holdest lightly, hovering on high,
The bright phantasmal bridge from earth to sky.
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