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her, and the air was filled With one delicious song; Such as when leaves and flowers are hushed The night hours bear along; When singing to the sweet south west, The nightingale broods o'er her nest.

I saw her, and the large dark eyes, Were lit with heart and thought; A thousand fairy fantasies, By that sweet face were brought. Lady art thou what thou dost seem, Or art thou but a lovely dream?