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Where am I? oh! where have I been? who spoke?

How heavenly pure seems every breath I draw!

How sunny bright the rushing thoughts, that chase

Each other through my soul! and oh, how sweet

The melody, still echoing on my ear!

What spot was that I saw, veil'd in soft mist?

Where have ye vanished, bright celestial forms?

Are your enchanting voices silent now?

Ah me! It was but a delicious dream!—

Day dawns apace—how cheerful is this place

That lately look'd to me so blank and drear.

My very spirit seems to grow more light

As I inhale this fresh elastic air.

What means this longing for some good unknown?

Why beats my heart so wildly? Whence this deep

Emotion, that would fain have vent in tears?

'Twas never so before—e'en the green wood

Wears new a different look from yesterday.

Yonder shines Hesperus, and there the sun