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 In low and languid mood: for I had found That outward Forms, the loftiest, still receive Their finer influence from the Life within: Fair Cyphers of vague import, where the Eye Traces no spot, in which the Heart may read History or Prophecy of Friend, or Child, Or gentle Maid, our first and early love, Or Father, or the venerable name Of our adored Country! O thou Queen, Thou delegated Deity of Earth, O dear, dear England! how my longing eye Turned westward, shaping in the steady clouds Thy sands and high white cliffs! My native Land! Filled with the thought of thee this heart was proud, Yea, mine eye swam with tears: that all the view From sovran Brocken, woods and woody hills, Floated away, like a departing dream, Feeble and dim! Stranger, these impulses