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A story from the stars; or rather one Of starry fable from the olden time, When young Imagination was as fresh As the fair world it peopled with itself. The Poet's spirit does so love to link Its feelings, thoughts, with nature's loveliness: And hence the twilight grove, the lonely spring, The ocean-caves, the distant planets, all Were fill'd with radiant creatures; and the heart Became interpreter, and language made From its own warm sad sympathies, for those Of whom the dream was beauty.