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Of bolder fruits falls from the naked tree; 990
And woods, fields, gardens, orchards, all around
The defoliated prospect thrills the soul.

He comes! he comes! in every breeze the Power
Of Philosophic Melancholy comes!
His near approach the sudden-starting tear, 995
The glowing cheek, the mild dejected air,
The softened feature, and the beating heart,
Pierc'd deep with many a virtuous pang, declare.
O'er all the soul his sacred influence breathes!
Inflames imagination; thro' the breast 1000
Infuses every tenderness; and far
Beyond dim earth exalts the swelling thought.
Ten thousand thousand fleet ideas, such
As never mingled with the vulgar dream,
Croud fast into the Mind's creative eye. 1005
As fast the correspondent passions rise,
As varied, and as high: devotion rais'd
To rapture, and divine astonishment;
The love of Nature unconfin'd, and, chief,
Of human race; the large ambitious wish, 1010
To make them blest; the sigh for suffering worth,
Lost in obscurity; the noble scorn,
Of tyrant pride, the fearless great resolve;
The wonder which the dying patriot draws,
Inspiring glory thro' remotest time; 1015
Th' awakened throb for virtue, and for fame;
The sympathies of love, and friendship dear;
With all the social Offspring of the heart.

Oh bear me then to vast embowering shades,
To twilight groves, and visionary vales; 1020
To weeping grottoes, and prophetic glooms;
Where angel-forms athwart the solemn dusk,

Tremendous