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 SONG. , hither come, And tune your merry notes; And, while upon the wind Your music fioats, I'll pore upon the stream Where sighing lovers dream, And fish for fancies as they pass Within the watery glass.

I'll drink of the clear stream, And hear the linnet's song; And there I'll lie and dream The day along: And, when night comes, I'll go To places fit for woe; Walking along the darkened valley With silent Melancholy.