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I would, when I compose my solemn verse, / Sleep near the heaven as do astrologers, / Near the high bells, and with a dreaming mind / Hear their calm hymns blown to me on the wind.
Out of my tower, with chin upon my hands, / I'll watch the singing, babbling human bands; / And see clock-towers like spars against the sky, / And heavens that bring thoughts of eternity;