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[The spirits that do dress the flow'rs with dew]
The spirits that do dress the flow'rs with dew,And trip it, 'neath the moon, upon the green,
Have been with me, and I have heard and seen
Their gossamer forms—among them, some I knew.
Theirs, were most pleasant duties, for they crept
Beside me, as upon my couch, I slept,
And built fair images to glad my sight—
Then, with sweet songs, they hush'd me to repose;
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Of a rich vision—which, I could not close
My eyes, for looking on; until they won
The slumber, I had frighted, back upon
My heavy lids, and so I past the night—
Ah! me, I would that this long day were done.
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