I FEEL that I'm possess'd of nought,
Saving the free unfetterd thought
Which from my bosom seeks to flow,
And each propitious passing hour
That suffers me in all its power
A loving fate with truth to know.
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Comments1Loved it, anyone relate to its meaning? 🤔ðŸ’💖