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She dwelt forever in a region bright,

Peopled with living fancies of her own,

Where naught could come but visions of delight,

Far, far aloof from earth's eternal moan: 20

A summer cloud thrilled through with rosy light,

Floating beneath the blue sky all alone,

Her spirit wandered by itself, and won

A golden edge from some unsetting sun.