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...brightning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale puiple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven,...unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, — Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows in the white dawn clear, Until...

...which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

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...which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like...Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes...

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...a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense...clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon...