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Here had they come to watch the earliest smile Of morning dimple into roseate light; Here breezes, which had bath'd their burning wings In streams, whose birth-place is amid the clouds, Breath'd mountain freshness o'er the sultry noon; Eve found them here listing her vesper song, And stars had been the lamps to light their bowers. And oft at that sweet solitary time Would young Orlando listen to the voice Of her he lov'd, soft as the moonlight song The fabled Syren breath'd; and at his praise A blush like day-break, and a smile, would play Upon her cheek—the heart's own eloquence.

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It was the hour of parting, and they breath'd Those vows of tender constancy,—the hopes, The fears, the fond regrets that crowd the time