[Written for the Sentinel.]

THE DWELLING-PLACE OF THOUGHT

Large and round the golden moonMoves a lake of clouds aboon,And the clouds like waves of laceDrift against the planet's face,While a lone star shining nighGems a rift of azure sky.

And is mortal man the beingWho the loveliness is seeingOf the planets in their places,In the empyrean spaces?Is it he whose fancy hearsThe vast music of the spheres?

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