[BNP/E3, 77 – 61^v]

Epistle. I.

Almost fearing is raised my music

     Unfeatured

     Uncertain Sound

As the flowing of a {…} stream

Slowly, slowly, moving slowly, like the magic of a dream

The heart keeps tune to the music bounding

Etc.

     Raise me, raise me with thy chiming

     To the aethereal realms above

     Let the music of thy rhyming

     Thrill me, fill me with thy lone

Let my soul in wonder dreaming thro’ the reign of beauty rove.

Nonsense