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minstrels woke within me,

Our music 's in the hills;'—

Gayest pictures rose to win me,

Leopard-colored rills.

Up!—If thou knew'st who calls

To twilight parks of beech and pine,

High over the river intervals,

Above the ploughman's highest line,

Over the owner's farthest walls!

Up! where the airy citadel

O'erlooks the surging landscape's swell!

Let not unto the stones the Day

Her lily and rose, her sea and land display.

Read the celestial sign!

Lo! the south answers to the north;

Bookworm, break this sloth urbane;

A greater spirit bids thee forth

Than the gray dreams which thee detain.

Mark how the climbing Oreads

Beckon thee to their arcades;

Youth, for a moment free as they,

Teach thy feet to feel the ground,

Ere yet arrives the wintry day

When Time thy feet has bound.