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8 In thine own essence, and delight thyself To make it wholly thine on sunny days. Keep thou thy name of "Lover's Bay.' See, sirs, Even now the Goddess of the Past, that takes The heart, and sometimes touches but one string That quivers, and is silent, and sometimes Sweeps suddenly all its half-moulder'd chords To some old melody, begins to play That air which pleased her first. I feel thy breath; I come, great Mistress of the ear and eye: Thy breath is of the pinewood; and tho' years Have hollow'd out a deep and stormy strait Betwixt the native land of Love and me, Breathe but a little on me, and the sail Will draw me to the rising of the sun, The lucid chambers of the morning star, And East of Life.