“The sounding cataract
Haunted him like a passion: the tall rock,
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood,
Their colours and their forms, were then to him
An appetite; a feeling, and a love,
That had no need of a remoter charm,
By thought supplied or any interest
Unborrow’d from the eye.”YOURE JOKING
— Apr 27, 2024 09:48PM
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