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Of converse and caresses sweet and deep,

Speechless caresses, talk that might disarm

Time, though he wield the darts of death and sleep,

And those thrice mortal barbs in his own poison steep.

II

I told her of my sufferings and my madness,

And how, awakened from that dreamy mood

By Liberty's uprise, the strength of gladness

Came to my spirit in my solitude; And all that now I was; while tears pursued

Each other down her fair and listening cheek

Fast as the thoughts which fed them, like a flood

From sunbright dales; and, when I ceased to speak,

Her accents soft and sweet the pausing air did wake.

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"Below, the fountain's brink was richly paven

With the deep's wealth, coral and pearl, and sand

Like spangling gold, and purple shells

Left there when, thronging to the moon's command,

The gathering waves rent the Hesperian gate

Of mountains, and on such bright floor did stand Columns, and shapes like statues, and the state

Of kingless thrones, which Earth did in her heart create.

XIV

"The fiend of madness which had made its prey

Of my poor heart was lulled to sleep awhile:

There was an interval of many a day, And a sea-eagle brought me food the while,

Whose nest was built in that untrodden isle,

And who to be the gaoler had been taught

Of that strange dungeon; as a friend whose smile

Like light and rest at morn and even is sought

That wild bird was to me, till madness misery brought.

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Thy mangled limbs for food!--
Thus all things were

Transformed into the agony which I

XVI

Again I knew the day and night fast fleeing,

The eagle and the fountain and the air;

Another frenzy came-there seemed a being

Within me a strange load my heart did bear,

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