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[Many a fountain cool and shady]
Many a fountain cool and shady
May the traveller's eye invite;
One among them all, sweet lady,
Seems to flow for his delight:
In many a tree the wilding bee
Might safely hide her honeyed store;
One hive alone the bee will own,
She may not trust her sweets to more.
May the traveller's eye invite;
One among them all, sweet lady,
Seems to flow for his delight:
In many a tree the wilding bee
Might safely hide her honeyed store;
One hive alone the bee will own,
She may not trust her sweets to more.
Say'st thou, “Can that maid be fairer?
“Shows her lip a livelier dye?
“Hath she treasures richer, rarer?
“Can she better love than I?”
What form'd the spell, I ne'er could tell,
But subtle must its working be,
Since, from the hour, I felt its pow'r,
No fairer face I wish to see.
“Shows her lip a livelier dye?
“Hath she treasures richer, rarer?
“Can she better love than I?”
What form'd the spell, I ne'er could tell,
But subtle must its working be,
Since, from the hour, I felt its pow'r,
No fairer face I wish to see.
Light wing'd Zephyr, ere he settles
On the loveliest flower that blows,
Never stays to count thy petals,
Dear, delicious, fragrant rose!—
Her features bright elude my sight,
I know not how her tresses lie;
In fancy's maze my spirit plays,
When she with all her charms is night.
On the loveliest flower that blows,
Never stays to count thy petals,
Dear, delicious, fragrant rose!—
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I know not how her tresses lie;
In fancy's maze my spirit plays,
When she with all her charms is night.
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