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IT WAS A SPOT SO QUIET.
It was a spot so quiet that the stream
Was in itself a silence, and the wood
Slept as if Somnus in a dreary mood
Had wept down tears upon it from the beam
Of his sleep-wearied eyes; and far away,
Through a long vista of deep shade, was seen
A little spot of soft and brightest green,
Whereon the moonlight, sister to the day,
Was feasting. In such spot as this the wise
Might come and break the twining snake-like thralls
Of hydra'd error, or great Pan himself
Come forth and hear the shepherds sacrifice,
Or Oberon, sweet king of fairy elf,
Lead forth his queen in midnight festivals.
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