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TO ANNA.
Thou golden figure of the shaded sun,
Thou stately streamlet singing on thy way,
Thou harp, that beauty plays its notes upon,
Thou silver image of departing day!
Thou stately streamlet singing on thy way,
Thou harp, that beauty plays its notes upon,
Thou silver image of departing day!
Thou summer charm, how shall the winter glow,
That thou serenely shinest through the air,
Clothing with rosy tints the once pale snow,
Until the frosts rich crimson flowers upbear!
That thou serenely shinest through the air,
Clothing with rosy tints the once pale snow,
Until the frosts rich crimson flowers upbear!
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