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Rh Entangl'd in a mazy web of dream, Familiar with secrets of the sky.

Enough for me the earth's strange secrets be, Perplexing and insoluble, and sad.

The moon's attraction of the strenuous sea Looks from your eyes, swaying my heart to you My heart unquiet as the surging tide.

I would not sway your heart, rather your mind.

It is my body then that you despise, My arms too vigorous, my brain too dull? Then will I sail for Athens even now,