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138 The heaven high over

Is the deep's lover;

The sun and sea,

Informed by thee,

Before me run,

And draw me on,

Yet fly me still,

As Fate refuses

To me the heart Fate for me chooses.

Is it that my opulent soul

Was mingled from the generous whole;

Sea-valleys and the deep of skies

Furnished several supplies;

And the sands whereof I'm made

Draw me to them, self-betrayed?

I turn the proud portfolios

Which hold the grand designs

Of Salvator, of Guercino,

And Piranesi's lines.

I hear the lofty pæans

Of the masters of the shell,

Who heard the starry music