xviii.

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I once could laugh, I once was deem'd a man

I

I

I

Fit for the frenzies of the dead god Pan,

And now, by Heaven! the birds that sing so well

Move me to tears; and all the leafy dell,

And all the sun-down glories of the West,

And all the moorland which the moon has blest,

Make me a dreamer, aye! a coward, too,

In all the weird expanse of mine unrest.

xix.

It is my curse to see thee and to learn

I

I

I

That I must shun thee, though I blaze and burn

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