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O thou rich vision, thou hast plunged this day
After thy dreaming upon discontent,
Yearnings that search a rack of dreams, or pray
For clouds, or track sweet music where it went.
After thy dreaming upon discontent,
Yearnings that search a rack of dreams, or pray
For clouds, or track sweet music where it went.
For even if she would stoop, as in the dream
Whose sweetness leaves an odour round my brain,
Would I accept the offering, though a beam
Of heaven disclosed to flood my sense again?
Whose sweetness leaves an odour round my brain,
Would I accept the offering, though a beam
Of heaven disclosed to flood my sense again?
Nay; for the close of that tumultuous joy,
Slain with itself, should make me love her less,
Cankering the perfect bloom with mean employ,
Finding a sequel of unworthiness,
Slain with itself, should make me love her less,
Cankering the perfect bloom with mean employ,
Finding a sequel of unworthiness,
In that which cannot taint and cannot sin,
Purer than aught beside this old world in.
Purer than aught beside this old world in.
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