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9. What objects are the fountains 

 Of thy happy strain ? 

 What holds, or waves, or mountains ? 

 What shapes of sky or plain ? 

 What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? 



10. Waking or asleep, 



Thou of death must deem 

 Things more true and deep 

 Than we mortals dream, 

 0:' how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream ? 



11. We look before and after, 



And pine for what is not : 

 Our sincerest laughter 



With some pain is fraught : 

 Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought, 



12. Teach me half the gladness 



That thy brain must know : 

 Such harmonious madness 

 From my lips would flow, 

 The world should listen then as I am listening now, 



Shelley. 



