Poem by William Wordsworth

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The fairest, brightest hues of ether fade;
The sweetest notes must terminate and die;
O Friend! thy flute has breathed a harmony
Softly resounded through this rocky glade;
Such strains of rapture as the Genius played
In his still haunt on Bagdad's summit high;
He who stood visible to Mirzah's eye,
Never before to human sight betrayed.
Lo, in the vale the mists of evening spread!
The visionary Arches are not there,
Nor the green Islands, nor the shining Seas;
Yet sacred is to me this Mountain's head,
From which I have been lifted on the breeze
Of harmony, above all earthly care.

1. Upon the Sight of a Beautiful Picture Painted by Sir G. H. Beaumont, Bart
2. Who Fancied What a Pretty Sight
3. Louisa
4. The Horn of Egremont Castle
5. These Words Were Uttered in a Pensive Mood

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