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And virgin’s-bower, trailing airily ; 
With others of the sisterhood. Hard by, 
Stood serene Cupids watching silently. 
One, kneeling to a lyre, touched the strings, 
Muffling to death the pathos with his wings; 
And, ever and anon, uprose to look 
At the youth’s slumber ; while another took 
A willow bough, distilling odorous dew, 
And shook it on his haw ; another dew 
In through the woven roof, and flutterine wise 
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Rain’d violets upon his sleeping eyes. 



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