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evening steals upon the glowing scene, Her colours tremble on the wave serene; The dews of balm on languid flowers descend, The mellow tinges of the landscape blend; Hail! placid eve, thy lingering smiles diffuse A pensive pleasure to the lonely muse.

I love to wander by the ocean side, And hear the soothing murmurs of the tide; To muse upon the poet's fairy-tale, In fancy wafted to the moonlight vale: Sometimes I think that Ariel's playful bands Are lightly hovering o'er "these yellow sands."