The Sylphs of the Seasons, with other poems

Allston, Washington (1779-1843)

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Then spake the Sylph of Spring serene,
'Tis I thy joyous heart I ween,
With sympathy shall move.
For I with living melody
Of birds in choral symphony,
First wak'd thy soul to poesy,
To piety and love.

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