I think I was enchanted When first a sombre Girl - I read that Foreign Lady - The Dark - felt beautiful - And whether it was noon at night - Or only Heaven - at noon - For very Lunacy of Light I had not power to tell -
The Bees - became as Butterflies - The Butterflies - as Swans - Approached - and spurned the narrow Grass - And just the meanest Tunes
That Nature murmured to herself To keep herself in Cheer - I took for Giants - practising Titanic Opera -
The Days - to Mighty Metres stept - The Homeliest - adorned As if unto a Jubilee 'Twere suddenly confirmed -
I could not have defined the change - Conversion of the Mind Like Sanctifying in the Soul - Is witnessed - not explained -
'Twas a Divine Insanity - The Danger to be sane Should I again experience - 'Tis Antidote to turn -
To Tomes of solid Witchcraft - Magicians be asleep - But Magic - hath an Element Like Deity - to keep.
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