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PRESENCES.
To what dark chambers of the heart or brain
Do all our welling thoughts at times retreat?
One presence seals my fountains, and in vain
The rock of thought I beat.
Do all our welling thoughts at times retreat?
One presence seals my fountains, and in vain
The rock of thought I beat.
Some other comes, and then, though he be dumb,
My seals are broken and my fountains leap;
And mind, that felt so shallow, has become
A yet unfathom'd deep.
My seals are broken and my fountains leap;
And mind, that felt so shallow, has become
A yet unfathom'd deep.
I may not read the old astrologies,
Nor tell how moon-touch'd seas should ebb and flow,
Or mind should be more tidal than the seas,—
But that it is, I know.
Nor tell how moon-touch'd seas should ebb and flow,
Or mind should be more tidal than the seas,—
But that it is, I know.
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