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220 Invisible but gazing, as I glow

Mixed with thy spirit, blended with thy birth,

And feeling still with thee in my crushed feelings' dearth.

VII.

Yet must I think less wildly:—I have thought

Too long and darkly, till my brain became,

In its own eddy boiling and o'erwrought,

A whirling gulf of phantasy and flame:

And thus, untaught in youth my heart to tame,

My springs of life were poisoned. 'Tis too late!

Yet am I changed; though still enough the same

In strength to bear what Time can not abate,

And feed on bitter fruits without accusing Fate.

VIII.

Something too much of this:—but now 'tis past,

And the spell closes with its silent seal—