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 And gold-chasm'd mountain, steeply shored O'er lakes of sapphire dye? Mingled with lisping speech, faint laughter, Echoes the Phoenix' scream of joyance Mounting on high?— Light-bathed vistas and divine sweet mirth, Beyond dream of spirits penned to earth, Condemned to pine and die? . ..

Hath serving Nature, bidden of the gods, Thick-screened Man's narrow sky, And hung these Stygian veils of fog To hide his dingied sty? — The gods who yet, at mortal birth, Bequeathed him Fantasy?