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185 Of their own beauty, imag'd in the heart.

—When I had gaz'd perhaps two minutes' space,

Joanna, looking in my eyes, beheld

That ravishment of mine, and laugh'd aloud.

The rock, like something starting from a sleep,

Took up the Lady's voice, and laugh'd again:

That ancient Woman seated on Helm-crag

Was ready with her cavern; Hammar-Scar,

And the tall Steep of Silver-How sent forth

A noise of laughter; southern Loughrigg heard.

And Fairfied answer'd with a mountain tone:

Helvellyn far into the clear blue sky

Carried the Lady's voice,—old Skiddaw blew

His speaking trumpet;—back out of the clouds

Of Glaramara southward came the voice;

And Kirkstone toss'd it from his misty head.

Now whether, (said I to our cordial Friend

Who in the hey-day of astonishment

Smil'd in my face) this were in simple truth