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Hush! every breeze; let nothing move; My Delia sings, and sings—

O, dear, what can the matter be? O, dear,—
I did not much like for to go aboard of ship,
Where in danger there's no door to creep out;
I lik'd—
The streamlet that flow'd round her cot,
All the charms, all the charms of—