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are ten thousand visions of delight Floating around, as if their birth and flight Were with the golden showers of day that fall Through the thick leaves,—would I could live them all! Beautiful fancies, wherefore are not ye Hopes, wishes, that are possible to be? I would I were a Fairy,—I would dwell In the pavilion of yon blue harebell, Companion of the butterfly and bee, Whose honey treasures should be shared with me. Or, for an older dream,—would yon lone wood Had me the Oread of its solitude— The gentle spirit of the place, to shed New springs of flowers at my lightest tread, And, with the sunny waves of my bright hair, To shake out dew and freshness every where: And when my green and summer life was past To die with one sweet pining song at last. Alas! alas! we feel too much we live But by earth's soil and sorrow: I would give My own apart existence, to be blent With the sun-shine, or the blue element. Would I could plunge into the lighted air And be, transfused, of it!