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TO CLIO.
Planets bear thee in their hands,
Azure skies have folded o'er thee,
Thou art sung by angel bands,
And the deep, cold, throbbing sea;
Whispered in each sighing tree,
In each meadow's melody.
Azure skies have folded o'er thee,
Thou art sung by angel bands,
And the deep, cold, throbbing sea;
Whispered in each sighing tree,
In each meadow's melody.
Where the sprites outwatch the moon,
And the ghostly night breeze swells,
And the brook prolongs a tune
Through the shimmering, shadowed dells;
There thou weavest unknown spells
To the ringing fairy bells.
And the ghostly night breeze swells,
And the brook prolongs a tune
Through the shimmering, shadowed dells;
There thou weavest unknown spells
To the ringing fairy bells.
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In thy folded trance there hide
Ceaseless measures of content,
And thou art of form the bride,
Shapely picture's element.
Ceaseless measures of content,
And thou art of form the bride,
Shapely picture's element.
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