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ILD was the vernal gale, and calm the day, When Maia near a crystal fountain lay, Young Maia, fairest of the blue-eyed maids, That rov'd at noon in Tibet's musky shades; But, haply, wandering through the fields of air, Some fiend had whisper'd—Maia, thou art fair! Hence swelling pride had fill'd her simple breast, And rising passions robb'd her mind of rest;