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| | Queen Mab: A Philosophical Poem. |
 | | Her dewy eyes are closed, And on their lids, whose texture fine Scarce hides the dark blue orbs beneath, The baby Sleep is pillowed; 40 Her golden tresses shade The bosom's stainless pride, Curling like tendrils of the parasite Around a marble column. |
 | | Celestial coursers paw the unyielding air; 60 Their filmy pennons at her word they furl, And stop obedient to the reins of light; These the Queen of Spells drew in; She spread a charm around the spot, And, leaning graceful from the ethereal car, Long did she gaze, and silently, Upon the slumbering maid. |
 | | From her celestial car The Fairy Queen descended, And thrice she waved her wand Circled with wreaths of amaranth; Her thin and misty form Moved with the moving air, 110 And the clear silver tones, As thus she spoke, were such As are unheard by all but gifted ear. |
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