Something about the previous post reminded me of this part of Coleridge's poem. The entire thing here.
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A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight 'twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Had trouble making the connection, till I recalled something from one of my college English classes- Coleridge's poem was inspired by a reverie interrupted, albeit opium induced. Just what 'caliber' was that cigarette you were smoking?
LOL
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