(From "The Pickering Manuscript" -1800-1803)
The Maiden caught me in the wild.
Where I was dancing merrily;
She put me into her Cabinet.
And lock'd me up with a golden key.
This Cabinet is form’d of gold
And pearl and crystal shining bright.
And within it opens into a world
And a little lovely moony night
Another Maiden like herself.
Translucent, lovely, shining clear.
Threefold each in the other clos'd -
0, what a pleasant trembling fear!
A weeping Babe upon the wild,
And weeping Woman pale reclin'd.
And in the outward air again
I fill'd with woes the passing wind
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