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 That many things delight me here: this camp, This motley stage of warriors, which renews So manifold the image of my fancy, And binds to life, binds to reality, What hitherto had but been present to me As a sweet dream!

Alas! not so to me. It makes a dream of my reality. Upon some island in the ethereal heights I've liv'd for these last days. This mass of men Forces me down to earth. It is a bridge That, reconducting to my former life, Divides me and my heaven.

The game of life Looks cheerful, when one carries in one's heart The unalienable treasure. 'Tis a game, Which having once review'd, I turn more joyous Back to my deeper and appropriate bliss. (breaking off, and in a sportive tone) In this short time that I've been present here, What new unheard-of things have I not seen? And yet they all must give place to the wonder Which this mysterious castle guards.

And what Can this be then? Methought I was acquainted With all the dusky corners of this house.

Ay, but the road thereto is watch'd by spirits, Two griffins still stand sentry at the door. COUN-