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 And he forgot his melancholy state,

Fair Nomia's blissful love and fatal hate,—

In the rapt exaltation of his mind,

Forgot that he was blind;

And poured that moving music in thine ear,

Which still Sicilian shepherds in the dawn

And deepening twilight, from some balmy lawn

Or grove of Ætna, fondly think they hear.