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I saw a picture of a beautiful scene:
Above it was an inscription;
What did the words mean,
Strung together seemingly at random,
As if scattered by a madman,
Purporting to be a description?
Wild and beautiful the wood,
The loch was radiant and calm;
At length I understood;
The words were not intended to harm:
They spoke only of inane and self-inflicted confusion,
That transformed beauty into shapeless delusion.
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Monday, 21 March 2011
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