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To Cupid’s ear unconscious, telling, 
The fitful dream her bosom swelling, 
Till echo softly on it dwelling, 
Revealed the urchin, bold and free, 
Repeating thus her minstrelsy: 
‘ Away ! away ! — by brook and fountain, 
Where the wild deer wanders free, 
O’er sloping dale, and swelling mountain, 
Still my fancy follows thee; 
Where the lake its bosom spreading, 
Where the breeze its sweets is shedding, 
Where thy buoyant steps are treading, 
There — where’er the spot may be, 
There my thoughts are following thee! 
In the forest’s dark recesses, 
Where the fawn may fearless stray! 
In the cave no sunbeam blesses, 
With its first or parting ray; 
