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AT SEATOWN
As love breaks in upon the simple dreams
Of some shy maid, whose spirit, lowly-wise,
Ne'er ranged beyond the sober sanctities
Of home affection—sudden the air teems
With unknown rapture; earth's strait valley seems
To widen, and her life's low dome to rise
High as the wing-flown region, whilst her eyes
Yearn toward some light that in the distance gleams;
So may the wanderer in these vales descry
A change come o'er the landscape, as the fells
Heave bolder, and a sense of liberty
And ampler distance to the heart foretells
What yon bare brow shall consummate—the free
Expanse and breathing brightness of the sea.
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