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Murmurs through the shadowy grass Lightly stray; Faint winds whisper as they pass— Come away! Where the bee's deep music swells From the trembling fox-glove bells— Come away!

In the skies the sapphire blue Now hath won its richest hue; In the woods the breath of song Night and day Floats with leafy scents along— Come away! Where the boughs with dewy gloom Darken each thick bed of bloom— Come away!

In the deep heart of the rose Now the crimson love-hue glows;