Rich centre, around which my life revolves,

How strong the attraction of thy far intent;

How living, and how joyous, the resolves

Whose object, thou, thy will, their utmost bent:

Though thou art far, fancy relieves her fear,

Imagining thoughts whose love may bring thee near.

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LIV.

O immense chaos whence each forms his world!

Where difference lovely suits distinctive minds:

How hideous others’ landskips were, unfurled;

Fancy guides all, enlightens, or else blinds:

Yet, at my idol’s shrine, I’d fain believe

The pride of each were quick constrain’d to pray,

Could I but e’er impart, that I receive

From the mind imaged in thy beauty’s ray:

But, founder’d in my bliss, I helpless lie,

Like Phrygia’s king, incompetent in wealth;

When I behold thee, laden thought would die;

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