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" When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill."

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Our hemisphere is polished clean,

And lightened more and more ; While everything is clearly seen,

Which seeméd dim before ;

Except the glistering astres bright,

Which all the night were clear, Offuskéd with a greater light

No longer do appear.
The golden globe incontinent

Sets up his shining head,
And o'er the carth and firmament

Displays his beams abread.

Mark how the rippled currents flow;

What lustres on the meadows lie! And hark! the songsters come and go,

And trill between the earth and sky. Who told us that the years had fled,

Or borne afar our blissful youth ? Such joys are all about us spread,

We know the whisper was not truth. The birds that break from grass and grove

Sing every carol that they sung When first our veins were rich with love,

And May her mantle round us flung. O fresh-lit dawn ! immortal life!

O Earth's betrothal, sweet and true, With whose delights our souls are rife,

And aye their vernal vows renew ! Then, darling, walk with me this morn;

Let your brown tresses drink its sheen; These violets, within them worn,

Of floral fays shall make you queen. What though there comes a time of pain

When autumn winds forbode decay ? The days of love are born again ;

That fabled time is far away!

For joy the birds with boulden throats

Against his visage sheen
Take up their kindly music notes

In woods and gardens green.

The dew upon the tender crops,

Like pearles white and round, Or like to melted silver drops,

Refreshes all the ground.

The misty reek, the clouds of rain

From tops of mountains skails, Clear are the highest hills and plain,

The vapors take the vales.

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