Chapter XXVII
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Back from the underworld of whelming change
To the wide-glittering beach thy body came;
And thou didst contemplate with wonder strange
And curious regard thy kindred flame,
Fed sweet with frankincense and wine and salt,
With fierce purgation search thee, soon resolving
Thee to the elements of the airy vault
And the far spheres revolving,
The common waters, the familiar woods,
And the great hills’ inviolate solitudes.
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Songs of the Common Day, and, Ave!: An Ode for the Shelley CentenaryChapter XXVII
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