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I thought of fame—and how I have no fame: Of Fortune—and how she forgets my name: Friends—I have none.... Concluding thus with sighs, I open’d my closed eyes, And laugh’d! For lo, so laugh’d the splendid Sea, So brave, so blue: and o’er the Sea, the rare White Peak arose so pure to such pure air:— That I forgot the I and Mine and Me, In a glory of passionate joy, that such as these could be!