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who sweepest the wild Harp of Time!
 * It is most hard, with an untroubled ear
 * Thy dark inwoven harmonies to hear!

Yet, mine eye fixt on Heaven's unchanging clime, Long had I listened, free from mortal fear,
 * With inward stillness, and submitted mind;
 * When lo! its folds far waving on the wind,

I saw the train of the !
 * Starting from my silent sadness
 * Then with no unholy madness,

Ere yet the enter'd cloud foreclos'd my sight, I rais'd th' impetuous song, and solemnized his flight.