THE VALE OF ARCADIA. 
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A mournful coo the hidden ringdove made, 
Now high, now low, now list, just as the branches 
swayed. 
And Love and Psyche dwelt amid those bowers, 
And there he first found how her gentle heart 
Drew sweet emotions from the perfumed flowers, 
Till of her soul they had become a part; 
And how when summers buds had passed away, 
Their fragrance still within her parted lips did lay. 
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