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SONNET XXVIII.
[When first among these mighty hills I came]
12th May, 1803.
When first among these mighty hills I came,
A wild delirium wakened every sense;
Rocks, hills, woods, waters, lent their influence,
And shapes, and sounds, of more than earthly frame,
Haunted my dreams; the thought of fear or blame
Did never then a deadly chill dispense;
I swiftly caught, unmindful where or whence
It sprung, at rapture's vivifying flame.
But all is chang'd,—I then pursued the sprite
Of airy transport; now I seek the shrine
Of hermit peace; the future then was mine
In gaudy colours drest, now reigns thick night
On the next hour:—oh, could it only shine,
Dreams of past joy, with your reflected light!
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