


From the turf, like the voice to the instru 
Then the pied wind-flowers, and the tuli 
And narcissi, the fairest among them all-— 


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Till they die of their own dear lo ade 
And the naiad-like lily of the vale, 
Whom youth makes so fair, and passion so pala, 
That the light of its tremulous be a is seen 
Shroushtheir payiiows ae 
Yhrough their pavilions of tender green; 
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a the hyacinth, purple, and white, and bine: 
Vhich flung from its bells a sweet peal ane 
Of music so delicate, soft, and intense, 
It was felt like an odour within the sense; 
And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest 
Which unveil’d the depth of her glowing | breas 
Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air 
The soul of her beauty and love lay } ba 
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= nd the wand-fike lily, which lifted up, 
sa Menad, it its moonlight-colour’d cup, 
Ti = the fiery star, whic is its eye, 
zed clear dew on ‘he tender 

Who gaze on their eyes in the stream’s rece 
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ine snow - -drop, and 
A oe 
Arose from the ground with warm rain wet$ 
d their breath was mix’d with fresh odour, s 

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