...through the silent water stole my way Back to the covert of the willow tree ; There in her mooring-place I left my bark,— And through the meadows homeward...forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams. ( 2 ) Wisdom and Spirit of the universe !...

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...blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea or sky, no colors of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams. (2) Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou...

...blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea or sky, no colors of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams. (") Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou...

...being; o'er my thoughts There hung a darkness, call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar snatrca , through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams. * Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou...

...undetermined sense Of unknown modes of being; o'er my thoughts i There hung a darkness, call it solitude j Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no...forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams. i/ * Wisdom and Spirit of the universe !...

...blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of sea or sky, no colors of green fields ; But huge and mighty forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams. *Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou...

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...through the silent water stole my way Back to the covert of the willow tree ; There in her mooring-place I left my bark, And through the meadows homeward went,...forms that do not live, Like living men, moved slowly the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams." Thus does the poet here personally describe his...

...call it solitude Or blank desertion. No familiar shapes Remained, no pleasant images of trees, Of aea or sky, no colours of green fields; But huge and mighty...forms, that do not live Like living men, moved slowly through the mind By day, and were a trouble to my dreams. • Wisdom and Spirit of the universe ! Thou...