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A WISH.
That I were in some forest's green retreat!Beneath a towering arch of proud old elms;
Where a clear streamlet gurgled at my feet—
Its wavelets glittering in their tiny helms!
Thick clustering vines in many a rich festoon
From the high, rustling branches should depend;
Weaving a net, through which the sultry Noon
Might stoop in vain its fiery beams to send.
There, prostrate on some rock's gray sloping side,
Upon whose tinted moss the dew yet lay,
Would I catch glimpses of the clouds that ride,
Athwart the sky—and dream the hours away;
While through the alleys of the sunless wood
The fanning breeze might steal, with wild-flowers' breath imbued.
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