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PHANTASIA.
My fond first love, sweet mistress of my mind,Thy beautiful sublimity hath long
Charm'd mine affections, and entranced my song,
Thou Spirit-Queen, that sitst enthroned, enshrined
Within this suppliant heart; by day and night
My brain is full of thee: ages of dreams,—
Thoughts of a thousand worlds in visions bright,
Fear's dim terrific train, Guilt's midnight schemes,
Strange peeping eyes, soft smiling fairy faces,
Dark consciousness of fallen angels nigh,
Sad converse with the dead, or headlong races
Down the straight cliffs, or clinging on a shelf
Of brittle shale,—or hunted through the sky!
O God of mind, I shudder at myself!
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