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CANTO IV.]
333
CHILDE HAROLD’S PILGRIMAGE.

And this wan feeling peoples many a page—[1]
And, may be, that which grows beneath mine eye:[2]
Yet there are things whose strong reality
Outshines our fairy-land; in shape and hues[3]
More beautiful than our fantastic sky,
And the strange constellations which the Muse
O'er her wild universe is skilful to diffuse:


VII.

I saw or dreamed of such,—but let them go,—
They came like Truth—and disappeared like dreams;
And whatsoe'er they were—are now but so:
I could replace them if I would; still teems
My mind with many a form which aptly seems
Such as I sought for, and at moments found;
Let these too go—for waking Reason deems
Such over-weening phantasies unsound,
And other voices speak, and other sights surround.


VIII.

I've taught me other tongues—and in strange eyes
Have made me not a stranger; to the mind
Which is itself, no changes bring surprise;

Nor is it harsh to make, nor hard to find
  1. And this worn feeling——.—[Editions 1816-1891.]
  2. And, may be, that which

    springs
    spreads

    ——.—[MS. M]
  3. Outshines our Fairies—things in shape and hue.—[MS. M.]