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I have been sporting too, Where spring my favorite flowers, Among the lilies fresh with dew, Among the vine-clad bowers, And by yon crystal stream, Where droops the willow tree, I sweetly slept, and had a dream, A pleasant dream of thee.

And music all around Was breathing when I woke, From nest, and branch, and rose-deck'd bound, And from my lips it broke. Why does thy bosom beat? Hath aught disturb'd thy peace? Dear Lamb! have brambles torn thy feet, Or rent thy snowy fleece?

Come! I can soothe thy pain, If thou wilt tell me free, And lull thee with that cooing strain, The young Dove taught to me.