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After Reading Shakspere

Blithe Fancy lightly builds with airy hands

Or on the edges of the darkness peers,

Breathless and frightened at the Voice she hears:

Imagination (lo! the sky expands)

Travels the blue arch and Cimmerian sands,—

Homeless on earth, the pilgrim of the spheres,

The rush of light before the hurrying years,

The Voice that cries in unfamiliar lands.

Men weigh the moons that flood with eerie light

The dusky vales of Saturn—wood and stream; 34