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I in these flowery meads would be: These crystal streams should solace me; To whose harmonious bubbling noise I with my angle would rejoice; And angle on, and beg to have A quiet passage to a welcome grave."

that hast lov'd so long and well The vale's deep quiet streams, Where the pure water-lilies dwell, Shedding forth tender gleams; And o'er the pool the May-fly's wing Glances in golden eves of spring;

Oh! lone and lovely haunts are thine, Soft, soft the river flows, Wearing the shadow of thy line, The gloom of alder-boughs; And in the midst, a richer hue, One gliding vein of heaven's own blue!