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56 With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right That music of my nature, day and night With dream, and thought, and feeling interwound, And inly answering all the senses round With octaves of a mystic depth and height, Which step out grandly to the infinite From the dark edges of a sensual ground. —Mrs Browning.