Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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A PASSING THOUGHT. |
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A PASSING THOUGHT.
'Twas in Arezzo; in the public Square,I stood hardby the Fountain gushing clear;
I saw, yet saw not; heard, yet did not hear,
The Maidens fill their Pails; for I was there
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Yet heedless what they gazed at; and mine Ear,
Unconscious of the Bustle, tho' so near.
One of those Moments, when our Spirts are
As disembodied — a Surcease of Thought,
When the Wheel rests, and all the Toil is o'er,
Wherewith the busy Brain its Fancies wrought;
And when our Souls, like Dewdrops, are once more
By the great Whole absorbed, and Earth seems nought
But as a rolling Ball, or Wave seen from the Shore;
It whirls unfelt beneath our Feet, and as
A Bubble, from our Eyes we see it pass;
Time, Space exist no more, we feel alone
Ourselves, and all Things then to us are one!
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