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What thoughts had sway o'er Cythna's lonely slumber / That night, I know not; but my own did seem / As if they might ten thousand years outnumber / Of waking life, the visions of a dream / Which hid in one dim gulf the troubled stream / Of mind; a boundless chaos wild and vast, / Whose limits yet were never memory's theme: / And I lay struggling as its whirlwinds passed, / Sometimes for rapture sick, sometimes for pain aghast.