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1. ND has my heart enough of song To give these pictured lines The poetry that must belong To what such art designs? The landscape, and the ruined tower, The temple’s stately brow— Methinks I never felt their power As I am feeling now. 2. For now I find in foreign scenes What foreign scenes can be, And truth with fancy intevenes, To bring them home to me. A few short miles, a few salt waves, How strange a change there came— Our lives as separate as our graves; Is then our kind the same?