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I sunn'd my heart in beauty's eyes,
soul grow tender ; All earth can give, or mortal prize,
Was mine of regal splendour.
I strive to number o'er what days
Remembrance can discover, Which all that life or earth displays
Would lure me to live over.
There rose no day, there rolld no hour
Of pleasure unembittered;
And not a trapping deck'd my power
That galld not while it glittered.
The serpent of the field, by art
And spells, is won from harming ; But that which coils around the heart,
Oh! who hath power of charming?
It will not list to wisdom's lore,
Nor music's voice can lure it;
But there it stings for evermore
The soul that must endure it.
Then, unembodied, doth it trace
By steps each planet's heavenly way?
Or fill at once the realms of space,
A thing of eyes, that all survey?
Eternal, boundless, undecay'd,
A thought unseen, but seeing all,
Sball it survey, shall it recal :
So darkly of departed years,
And all, that was, at once appears.
Before Creation peopled earth,
Its eye shall roll through chaos back; And where the furthest heaven had birth,
The spirit trace its rising track.
And where the future mars or makes,
Its glance dilate o'er all to be,
Fix'd in its own eternity.
Above or Love, Hope, Hate, or Fear,
It lives all passionless and pure : An age
shall fleet like earthly year; Its years as moments shall endure. Away, away, without a wing,
O'er all, through all, its thought shall fly; A nameless and eternal thing,
Forgetting what it was to die.