  See, the pretty Planet! Floating sphere! Faintest breeze will fan it Far or near; World as light as feather; Moonshine rays, Rainbow tints, together, As it plays; Drooping, sinking, failing, Nigh to earth, Mounting, whirling, sailing, Full of mirth; Life there, welling, flowing, Waving round; Pictures coming, going, Without sound. Quick now! be this airy Globe repell'd! Never can the fairy Star be held. Touch'd—it in a twinkle Disappears! Leaving but a sprinkle, As of tears. |
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