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words are these have fall'n from me? Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

Or doth she only seem to take The touch of change in calm or storm; But knows no more of transient form In her deep self, than some dead lake

That holds the shadow of a lark Hung in the shadow of a heaven? Or has the shock, so harshly given, Confus'd me like the unhappy bark

That strikes by night a craggy shelf, And staggers blindly ere she sink? And stunn'd me from my power to think And all my knowledge of myself;