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 While hand seeks softer hand, and there Seems spell-bound by the amorous air— When love, in very silence, finds The tone that pleads, the pledge that binds.

Hollo, my Fancy! Whither bounding? Go where rolling orbs are sounding, This dull nether world astounding With celestial symphonies; Inhale no more the soft replies Which gurgling rills and fountains make, Nor feed upon the fervid sighs Of winds that fan the reedy lake; Leave all terrestrial harmonies That flow for pining minstrel's sake.

Skyward, adventurous Fancy! Dare To cleave the ocean of the air; Soaring on thy vane-like wings Bise o'er earth and clod-like things. Smite the rolling clouds that bar Thy progress to those realms afar; Career it with the Sisters seven, Pace it through the star-paved heaven; Snatch Orion's baldrick,—then, Astride upon the Dragon, dare