The Sylphs of the Seasons, with other poems

Allston, Washington (1779-1843)

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But mine, of purer nature still,
Is that which to thy secret will
Did minister unseen,
Unfelt, unheard; when every sense
Did sleep in drowsy indolence,
And Silence deep and Night intense
Enshrouded every scene;

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