| Throned beside the purling brook
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| Where throstles sing to wild throngs
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| Dance the fount in sweet perfume
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| Naiads adjuring charms and song
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| Fragrant springtide winds now call
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| To the reticence of bloom
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| In mirthless, sylvan meadows
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| Where daylight begins to loom
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| Here where currents gleam in silver passage
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| Arise now from your sleep
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| Sonne mandeth hire lyht
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| Known now is her presence
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| In the glimmer of the water
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| Undulating pools windswept
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| Where Ceres awaits her daughter
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| All life awaits you
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| Gilded by sunlight
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| Resplendence of the old Earth
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| As the shadows acquiesce
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| An aurous sunset gleams
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| Against the irises effloresce
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| Do you remember how long it’s been
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| Since your last breath was drawn?
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| How do you spend your lonely hours
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| When the sadness carries on?
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| Besotted by nighted heavens
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| Or the colors one seeks in dreams
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| Where bloom evinces sorrow
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| And waits in emerald streams
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| Ase strem that striketh stille
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| Mody meneth, so doth mo
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| Mon mandeth hire lyht
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| So doth the semly sonne bryht |