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, where beyond yon straight-ruled rim Of inland pasture high, Rich with some latent meaning swim Long lines of purple sky:

What ails my soul? Where all is well Her quietude what jars? Why raves she round her prison-cell And battles at the bars?

“O, swift my longing oversprings Yon shore’s last dip and rise! O, well I know, beneath the wings Of yon descending skies

''Who waits! whose widely opening arms'' Summon, to set me free!” “O fool! that a delusion charms, Yonder is not the sea.