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My Sister's Room
She that dwells here her spirit doth transmitInto the very air; a calmness steals
Upon me, sitting where she's wont to sit,
Or standing at the table where she kneels.
Ah! could I only fancy what she feels
When the near presence of her heavenly guide,
The Man divine, her reverie reveals.
Here, are her books; and here, her pen is plied
In tasks of love; there, through the window wide,
From wood and meadow floats a summer sound;
The thrushes pipe, the whispering waters glide;
Crowned is the vale with peace, as she is crowned.
O virgin spirit of this quiet place,
Inform me with thy restfulness and grace!
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