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A wandering hell in the eternal space;

By the strong curse which is upon my soul,

The thought which is within me and around me,

I do compel ye to my will.— Appear! A star is seen at che darker end] cdhe gallen; it is stationaly; and a voice

is heard singing.]

FIRST SPIRIT. Mortal! to thy bidding bow'd, From my mansion in the cloud, Which the breath of twilight builds, And the summer's sun-set gilds With the azure and vermilion,. Which is mix'd for my pavilion; Though thy quest may be forbidden, On a star-beam I have ridden; To thine adjurarion bow' d,

Mortal— be thy wish avow'd!