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LIX.
[Oh to live like a pictured pastoral!]
Oh to live like a pictured pastoral!To lie on grass-crowned crags stretched out at ease
O'er the ripple-shrunk wave-meshes of the seas,
In the fresh dawn, trolling a madrigal,
And hear the kids bleat to their dams' far call!
To drowse at noon under spread abute trees
And watch the village girls with their brown knees
Bring pitchers to the well, limber and tall!
By shade of wrecked Corinthian art soft-kissed,
When the fierce light makes the far hills unseen,
And the river fades into a silver mist,
By one more gentle than her lambs to loll,
By the water-side, upon a wooded knoll!
To dance to pipe and tabour on the green.
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