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WIT, weight, or wealth there was not / In anything that was said, / In anything that was done; / All was of scope to cause not / A triumph, dazzle, or dread / To even the subtlest one, / My friend, / To even the subtlest one.
But there was a new afflation- / An aura zephyring round, / That care infected not: / It came as a salutation, / And, in my sweet astound, / I scarcely witted what / Might pend, / I scarcely witted what.
The hills in samewise to me / Spoke, as they grayly gazed, / -First hills to speak so yet! / The thin-edged breezes blew me / What I, though cobwebbed, crazed, / Was never to forget, / My friend, / Was never to forget!