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Why are all reflections lovelier than e call the reality?--not

so grand or so strong, itsloop on the shining sea, the wavering, tre

sail below is fairer still Yea, the reflecting ocean itself, reflected

in the mirror, has a wondrousness about its waters that somewhat

vanishes when I turn towards itself All ic mirrors The

colass (And this

ree story which I read in the fairy

palace, and of which I will try to make a feeble memorial in its place)

In whatever way itweis no cheat; for there is no cheating in nature and

the sis of the soul There h weEven the

h beheld

only through clefts in the grey clouds of sorrow, are lovely as Fairy

Land But how have I wandered into the deeper fairyland of the soul,

while as yet I only float towards the fairy palace of Fairy Land! The

one sun, the

joyous day seen in the faint ht, had rapt antic forest trees were about h