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And
in
clear
dream
and
solemn
vision
Tell
her
of
things
which
no
gross
ear
can
hear
,
Till
oft
converse
with
heavenly
habitants
Begin
to
cast
a
beam
on
th
'
outward
shape
The
unpolluted
temple
of
the
mind
,
And
turns
it
by
degrees
to
the
soul
's
essence
Till
all
be
made
immortal
!
'
He
quoted
the
lines
softly
and
with
an
exquisite
gravity
.
"
That
is
what
you
see
in
Mavis
Clare
,
"
--
he
continued
--
"
that
'
beam
on
the
outward
shape
'
which
'
turns
it
by
degrees
to
the
soul
's
essence
,
'
--
and
which
makes
her
beautiful
,
without
what
is
called
beauty
by
lustful
men
.
"
I
moved
impatiently
,
and
looked
out
from
the
window
near
which
we
were
seated
,
at
the
yellow
width
of
the
flowing
Thames
below
.
