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84 Which from heaven like dew doth fall, Or the mind which feeds this verse Peopling the lone universe.

Noon descends, and after noon Autumn's evening meets me soon, Leading the infantine moon, And that one star, which to her Almost seems to minister Half the crimson light she brings From the sunset's radiant springs: And the soft dreams of the morn, (Which like winged winds had borne To that silent isle, which lies 'Mid remembered agonies, The frail bark of this lone being,) Pass, to other sufferers fleeing,, And its antient pilot, Pain, Sits beside the helm again.

Other flowering isles must be In the sea of life and agony: