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From this bold eminence how beautiful The earth appears; the blue and golden air, Filled with the vital essence, to the soul Brings such invigorating influence, My buoyant spirit seems to rise on wings That would transport me through the boundless space Of glittering ether, did not that bright world That blooms below, entwine around my heart, And tempt my lingering footsteps. Yon dark wood, So deep, so silent, still bears sun-light paths, Shining amid the gnarled and mossy track Of giant trees, whose aged arms embrace, And form a living canopy above: And there the roebuck springs; the dusky boar Lurks in his lair. Down, down, my gallant hounds, A moment yet, ere I let slip the leash, And rouse the quarry. I must gaze awhile