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 Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise, Nor pause nor perch, hov'ring on untam'd wing.

And thus, my Love! as on the midway slope Of yonder hill I stretch my limbs at noon Whilst thro' my half-clos'd eyelids I behold The sunbeams dance, like diamonds, on the main, And tranquil muse upon tranquillity; Full many a thought uncall'd and undetain'd, And many idle flitting phantasies, Traverse my indolent and passive brain As wild and various, as the random gales That swell or flutter on this subject Lute! And what if all of animated nature Be but organic Harps diversly fram'd,