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XIV. THE FISHING-SEAT, WHITEKNIGHTS.
There is a sweet according harmonyIn this fair scene: this quaintly fluted bower,
These sloping banks with tree and shrub and flower
Bedecked, and these pure waters, where the sky
In its deep blueness shines so peacefully;
Shines all unbroken, save with sudden light
When some proud swan majestically bright
Flashes her snowy beauty on the eye;
Shines all unbroken, save with sudden shade
When from the delicate birch a dewy tear
The west-wind brushes. Even the bee's blithe trade,
The lark's clear carols, sound too loudly here;
A spot it is for far-off music made,
Stillness and rest—a smaller Windermere.
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