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LOCHLEVEN IN NOVEMBER.
Morning succeeded morning o'er the LakeAll through the spring, and never once a pair
Came quite the same, and yet the Lake was fair
And kept the lengthening charm without a break.
And surely now (thought I) no power will take
Her beauty from the Naiad; none will dare
To give the honour to the earth or air,
But all will praise it for her own dear sake.
—Well, one November morning, dazed and deaved
With the dull round of the professional wheel,
I left the city, and stole unperceived
Upon my Naiad ere the morning meal:
She looked up hastily, surprised and grieved,
Like a proud beauty caught in deshabille!
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