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Sun-treader, and invokes in strains of lofty emotion--
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Sun-treader--life and light be thine for ever. The music of
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Alastor, indeed, is audible ever and again throughout
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Pauline.
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Thou wilt remember one warm morn, when Winter Crept aged from the earth, and Spring's first breath Blew soft from the moist hills--the black-thorn boughs, So dark in the bare wood, when glistening In the sunshine were white with coming buds, Like the bright side of a sorrow--and the banks Had violets opening from sleep like eyes.
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I seemed the fate from which I fled; I felt A strange delight in causing my decay; I was a fiend, in darkness chained for ever Within some ocean-wave:
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So I will sing on--fast as fancies come Rudely--the verse being as the mood it paints. * * * * * I am made up of an intensest life,
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Their spirit dwelt in me, and I should rule.
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Pauline's lover incorporated himself in whatsoever he read--was the god wandering after beauty, the giant standing vast against the sunset-light, the high-crested chief sailing with troops of friends to Tenedos--his second-self cries,
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I tell you, nought has ever been so clear as the place, the time, the fashion of those lives. Never for him, then, had there been that alchemy of the soul which turns the inchoate drift of the world into golden ore, not then had come to him the electric awakening flash from
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Yet, I say, never morn broke clear as those On the dim clustered isles in the blue sea: The deep groves, and white temples, and wet caves-- And nothing ever will surprise me now-- Who stood beside the naked Swift-footed, Who bound my forehead with Proserpine's hair.