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Sketches indeed, from that most passionate page, A woman's heart, of feelings, thoughts, that make The atmosphere in which her spirit moves; But, like all other earthly elements, O'ercast with clouds, now dark, now touch'd with light, With rainbows, sunshine, showers, moonlight, stars, Chasing each other's change. I fain would trace Its brightness and its blackness; and these lines Are consecrate to annals such as those, That count the pulses of the beating heart.