Inner Vision, The Inner Vision, The |
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Inner Vision, TheInner Vision, The
Inner Vision, The
Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes
To pace the ground, if path there be or none
While a fair region round the Traveller lies
Which he forbears again to look upon;
Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene
The work of Fancy, or some happy tone
Of meditation, slipping in between
The beauty coming and the beauty gone.
- If Thought and Love desert us, from that day
Let us break off all commerce with the Muse:
With Thought and Love companions of our way -
Whate`er the senses take or may refuse, -
The Mind`s internal heaven shall shed her dews
Of inspiration on the humblest lay.
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