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If thus, with terror's mighty spell
Thy soul inspir'd, was wont to swell,
Thy heaving frame expand;
Oh, then to me thy heart incline;
For know, the wondrous charm was mine,
That fear and joy did thus combine
In magick union bland.
Thy soul inspir'd, was wont to swell,
Thy heaving frame expand;
Oh, then to me thy heart incline;
For know, the wondrous charm was mine,
That fear and joy did thus combine
In magick union bland.
| The Sylphs of the Seasons, with other poems | |