The Sylphs of the Seasons, with other poems

Allston, Washington (1779-1843)

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Not less when hill and dale and heath
Still Evening wrapt in mimic death,
Thy spirit true I prov'd:
Around thee, as the darkness stole,
Before thy wild, creative soul
I bade each faery vision roll,
Thine infancy had lov'd.

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