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change came o'er the spirit of my dream.The Boy was sprung to manhood: in the wildsOf fiery climes he made himself a home,And his Soul drank their sunbeams: he was girtWith strange and dusky aspects; he was notHimself like what he had been; on the sea 110And on the shore he was a wanderer;There was a mass of many imagesCrowded like waves upon me, but he wasA part of all; and in the last he layReposing from the noontide sultriness,Couched among fallen columns, in the shadeOf ruined walls that had survived the namesOf those who reared them; by his sleeping sideStood camels grazing, and some goodly steedsWere fastened near a fountain; and a man 120Clad in a flowing garb did watch the while,While many of his tribe slumbered around:And they were canopied by the blue sky,So cloudless, clear, and purely beautiful,That God alone was to be seen in Heaven.[47]
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