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SONNET XVI. TO THE SAME.
8th June, 1800.
On the calm eve of summer's fervid day
Say, shall we sail along the lake's clear tide?
And, bounding in the little skiff, survey
The countless forms that grace its gorgeous side;
The faint decline of landscape scarce espied,
That to the horizon southward dies away,
The mass of ancient rock like castle gray,
The solemn wood, or mountain bleak and wide;
The little promontory's joyous green,
The intersecting underwood, the cot,
Or pastoral farm, whose herds at evening seen,
Wind with slow varying course the sloping vale,—
Maiden, does Fancy, whispering, cheat or not?
“Yes, on that glassy tide your bark shall sail.”
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