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to the forest shade; Seek thou the well-known glade Where, heavy with sweet dew, the violets lie, Gleaming through moss-tufts deep, Like dark eyes filled with sleep, And bathed in hues of summer's midnight sky.

Bring me their buds, to shed Around my dying bed, A breath of May, and of the wood's repose; For I, in sooth, depart With a reluctant heart, That fain would linger where the bright sun glows.

Fain would I stay with thee,— Alas! this must not be; Yet bring me still the gifts of happier hours! Go where the fountain's breast Catches, in glassy rest, The dim green light that pours through laurel bowers.