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Hang the Grecian flowers of love, Roses—leading soft and bright, Lives, half perfume and half light; In their leaves the honey bee Lulled to sleep voluptuously. There are shades, which the red sun Never yet has looked upon, Where the moon has but the power Of a cool and twilight hour. By the sea are sparry caves, Where the music of the waves Never ceases, and the walls Are hung with the coronals Left by Sea-maids, when they wring Pearls which in their wet hair cling. ’Tis a land of fruit and flowers, Silver waters, sunny hours; Human foot has never prest Its so sweet and silent rest. But a bark is on the sea, And those in that bark will be Soon upon the island shore, And its loneliness is o'er! Oh, if any dare intrude On the lovely solitude; If there be that need not fear Breaking the sweet quiet here; If there should be those, for whom Leaves expand and flowers bloom, Birds breathe song,—oh, if there be, Surely, Love, it is for thee! Lover's step would softly press Flowers with its light caress; Lover's words would have a tone With each song in unison; Lover's smiles would be as fair As the sunniest day-beam there;