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Me thought my racing field lay under the skies, This plaything of water and clay, I regarded as my world;

Thy unveiling broke the spell of searching glances, I mistook this blue vault for Heaven.

The Sun, the Moon, the Stars, methought, would keep me company, Fatigued, they dropped out in the twists and turns of space:

One leap by Love ended all the pother, I fondly imagined, the earth and sky were boundless.

What I esteemed as the clarion call of the caravan, Was but the plaintive cry of a traveller, weary and forlorn.