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XIX. IN AN ALBUM: VIX VOCANTE POESIA.
I, like the shaded nightingale, would singIn some far bower, amidst the woods, alone,
With nought but the wild streamlet's murmuring
To give my bosom-strings their plaintive tone;
Or the bleak winds that thro' the forest moan
To prompt with their rude minstrelsy my lay,
When to pale Dian on her silver throne
My unbesought addresses I can pay.
But expectation chills my vein of song;
Even the prayer of beauty or desert,
Breathed e'er so warm, so fervently, and long,
Freezes the well of passion at my heart!
What then?—I chant some worthless strain, until
Deep-ear'd attention quickly has her fill.
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