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That should you close your eyes, you might almost Forget it was not day!
A most gentle maid Who dwelleth in her hospitable home Hard by the Castle, and at latest eve, (Even like a Lady vow'd and dedicate To something more than nature in the grove) Glides thro' the pathways; she knows'all their notes, That gentle Maid! and oft, a moment's space, What time the moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence: till the Moon Emerging, hath awaken'd earth and sky With one sensation, and those wakeful Birds Have all burst forth in choral minstrelsy, As if one quick and sudden Gale had swept An hundred airy harps! And she hath watch'd Many a Nightingale perch giddily On blosmy twig still swinging from the breeze,
And to that motion tune his wanton song,
Farewell, O Warbler I till to-morrow eve,
Suspends his sobs, and laughs most silently,
Written ivhcn sailing in a Boat
How rich the wave, in front, imprest