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Spirit of beauty, hail!Thou that dost haunt still glen or sunny lea,
Or in the forest, Dryad-like, dost dwell,
That comest in the whisperings of the gale
Or 'mid the thunder-music of the sea,
Or with the fragrance of the thymy dell:
O Spirit, which art one with Nature all,
On thee I call!
By the unfathomed mysteries
Hid in thine ethereal eyes;
By their serene, heart-healing spell,
Dowered with virtue to make well
The wounds of life, to banish sadness,
And fill the breast with tremulous gladness;
By thy sceptre that can raise
Solemn pageants of old days;
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With glimpses of to-morrow's light,
I do conjure thee, stoop to me,
Daughter of heaven and earth, flute-voicéd Poesy!
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