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[7] Continued from page 386.
FRAGMENTS FROM A VOLUME OF POEMS
BY THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES.
[Just Published in London.]
NOTHING ALONE.
All round and through the spaces of creation
No hiding-place of the least air, or earth,
Or sea, invisible, untrod, unrained on,
Contains a thing alone. Not e'en the bird,
That can go up the labyrinthine winds
Between its pinions, and pursues the summer,—
Not even the great serpent of the billows,
Who winds him thrice around this planet's waist,—
Is by itself in joy or suffering.