Comes Helen. How the virgin vision touches

Comes Helen. How the virgin vision touches
The quaint wide room with light illimitable!
O vague faint form that my strong fantasy clutches!
O beauty volatile, unsafe, unstable,
Whose permanent existence far too much is
For firm belief! I am the fool of fable,
And wicked demons with some mischievous plan turn
Upon my path a monstrous magic lantern.
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