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AN EXPERIENCE

Wit, weight, or wealth there was not
In anything that was said,
In anything that was done;
All was of scope to cause not

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A triumph, dazzle, or dread
To even the subtlest one,
My friend,
To even the subtlest one.
But there was a new afflation—
An aura zephyring round
That care infected not:
It came as a salutation,
And, in my sweet astound,
I scarcely witted what
Might pend,
I scarcely witted what.
The hills in samewise to me
Spoke, as they grayly gazed,
—First hills to speak so yet!
The thin-edged breezes blew me
What I, though cobwebbed, crazed
Was never to forget,
My friend,
Was never to forget!