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hither, while the murmuring throngOf wild-bees hum their drowsy song,By Indolence and Fancy brought, 35A youthful Bard, 'unknown to Fame,'Wooes the Queen of Solemn Thought,And heaves the gentle misery of a sighGazing with tearful eye,As round our sandy grot appear 40Many a rudely-sculptur'd nameTo pensive Memory dear!Weaving gay dreams of sunny-tinctur'd hue,We glance before his view:O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witcheries shed 45And twine the future garland round his head. V When Evening's dusky carCrown'd with her dewy starSteals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight;On leaves of aspen trees 50We tremble to the breezeVeil'd from the grosser ken of mortal sight.Or, haply, at the visionary hour,Along our wildly-bower'd sequester'd walk,We listen to the enamour'd rustic's talk; 55Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast,Where young-eyed Loves have hid their turtle nest;Or guide of soul-subduing powerThe glance that from the half-confessing eyeDarts the fond question or the soft reply. 60
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