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How sweet recumbent by thy gleamy rims
To watch this azure Iris floating out
Her curtained petals in the rosy dawn.
To catch the tender murmur of the sedge
Rising and bending in the cloven stream,
With all its hoary blooms just crisp with wind.
The pastimes of a lonely nymph are these,
Not undelightful days of pensive calm:
To watch this azure Iris floating out
Her curtained petals in the rosy dawn.
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Rising and bending in the cloven stream,
With all its hoary blooms just crisp with wind.
The pastimes of a lonely nymph are these,
Not undelightful days of pensive calm:
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