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I have been mounted on life’s topmost wave,
Until my forehead kissed the dazzling cloud;
I have been dashed beneath the murky shroud
That yawns between the watery crests. I rave,

Sometimes, like cursed Orestes; sometimes lave
My limbs in dews of asphodel; or, bowed
With torrid heat, I moan to Heaven aloud,
Or shrink with Winter in his icy cave.

Now peace broods over me; now savage rage
Spurns me across the world. Nor am I free
From nightly visions, when the pictured page

Of sleep unfolds its varied leaves to me,
Changing as often as the mimic stage; -
And all this, lady, through my love for thee!