The dense electric forest sways around
My head, and I am dizzy with the sight;
I knew, or thought I knew, this patch of ground,
But it was dark. Now all is blazing light,
Although the sun has sunk into the night
(Perhaps because). The alteration brings
A different feeling, separated quite
From dull unlunar ordinary things.
A halo of omnipotence now clings
To everything, which might as well be holy
Though I suspect they lack the proper wings
For angels. But it may be that is solely
Envy of their transubstantiation
By one who never matches their new station.
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