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Percy Bysshe Shelley - Fragment: To One Singing
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My spirit like a charmed bark doth swim
Upon the liquid waves of thy sweet singing,
Far far away into the regions dim

Of rapture—as a boat, with swift sails winging
Its way adown some many-winding river,
Speeds through dark forests o`er the waters swinging...
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