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hou! Who behold'st with dewy eye The sleeping leaves and folded flowers, And hear'st the night-wind lingering sigh Thro' shadowy woods and twilight bowers; Thou wast the signal once that seem'd to say, Hillario's beating heart reproved my long delay.

I see thy emerald lustre stream O'er these rude cliffs and cavern'd shore; But here, orisons to thy beam The woodland chantress pours no more; Nor I, as once, thy lamp propitious hail, Seen indistinct thro' tears; confus'd, and dim, and pale.