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Picture, thou art one to haunt The mind in feverish moods of discontent, When noise and multitudes afflict the heart With bitter sense of personal nothingness. How beautiful the summer solitude Of that lone water, which the mountain heights Girdle as if from love! How sweet it were To spend an August day in that small wood, And listen to the sea! A glorious noon, The earth, the heaven, the year, all in their prime, When not a leaf has fallen from the trees,