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SONNET XXXI.
[Here will I gaze upon the bright blue waves]
Here will I gaze upon the bright blue wavesNow dimpling 'neath the moon's meridian glance,
While Fancy bids her festive groups advance.
Approaching, lo! they leave their crystal caves;
The Genii of the Lake high revels keep;
The streams invited are that reign around,
With numerous trains they come and flowerets crown'd;
Soft music wakes where sailing on the deep
At sound of festival gay Nymphs appear,
Such as preside o'er wood and mead and dell:
The guardians of the grove and varied year,
Obedient to imagination's spell,
With silken sail now deck those waters clear,
That tuneful lave thy banks, sweet Windermere.
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