...the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustom'd oak, Stoeet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly. Most musical,...hear thy even-song : And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...the accustom'd oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! n Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...the accustom'd oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy I11 Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustom'd oak, Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! " Thee, chauntress, ofi the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song : And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustom'd oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...hear thy even-song: And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon Like one...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of Night ; While Cynthia checks her dragon-yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak. Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...chauntress, oft the woods among, I woo, to hear thy ev'ning song : And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring...

...chantress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy ev'ning song; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring...her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Thro' the heav'ns' wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently, o'er the accustom 'd oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk, unseen, On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...oak ; Sweet bird, that, shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...