TO AILsA ROCK
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How iong is since the mighty power bid Thee heave to airy sleep from fathom

 dreams.

 Sleep in the lap of thunder or sunheams. wheregrey clouds are thy cold coyer-lid2 Thou answer'st not, for thou art dead