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CANTO IV.] And this wan feeling peoples many a page—

And, may be, that which grows beneath mine eye:

Yet there are things whose strong reality

Outshines our fairy-land; in shape and hues

More beautiful than our fantastic sky,

And the strange constellations which the Muse

O'er her wild universe is skilful to diffuse:

VII.

I saw or dreamed of such,—but let them go,—

They came like Truth—and disappeared like dreams;

And whatsoe'er they were—are now but so:

I could replace them if I would; still teems

My mind with many a form which aptly seems

Such as I sought for, and at moments found;

Let these too go—for waking Reason deems

Such over-weening phantasies unsound,

And other voices speak, and other sights surround.

VIII.

I've taught me other tongues—and in strange eyes

Have made me not a stranger; to the mind

Which is itself, no changes bring surprise;

Nor is it harsh to make, nor hard to find