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 Shine opposite! How exquisite the scents Snatch'd from yon bean-field! and the world so hush'd! The stilly murmur of the distant Sea Tells us of Silence. And that simplest Lute Plac'd length-ways in the clasping casement, hark! How by the desultory breeze caress'd, Like some coy Maid half-yielding to her Lover, It pours such sweet upbraidings, as must needs Tempt to repeat the wrong! And now its strings Boldlier swept, the long sequacious notes Over delicious surges sink and rise, Such a soft floating witchery of sound As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve Voyage on gentle gales from Faery Land,