XLV

"I am the unseen spirit thou hast sought,

I woke those shadowy questionings that vex

Thy young mind, lost in its own cloud of thought,

And rouse the soul they trouble and perplex;

I filled thy days with visions, and thy nights

Blessed with all sweetest sounds and fairy sights.

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