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116 Nay, mother, while my sister trims her lamp 'Tis hard I should go darkling.

Listen; look!

We feel what thou hast heard and seen: yet speak.

Soon as the sound had ceased whose thunder filled The abysses of the sky and the wide earth, There was a change: the impalpable thin air And the all-circling sunlight were transformed, As if the sense of love, dissolved in them Had folded itself round the sphered world. My vision then grew clear, and I could see Into the mysteries of the universe: Dizzy as with delight I floated down, Winnowing the lightsome air with languid plumes, My coursers sought their birthplace in the sun, Where they henceforth will live exempt from toil Pasturing flowers of vegetable fire. And where my moonlike car will stand within