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 O'er his hush'd soul our soothing witch'ries shed, And twine our faery garlands round his head.

When dusky car Crown'd with her dewy star Steals o'er the fading sky in shadowy flight; On leaves of aspen trees We tremble to the breeze Veil'd from the grosser ken of mortal sight. Or, haply, at the visionary hour, Along our wildly-bow'rd, sequestered walk, We listen to th' enamour'd rustic's talk; Heave with the heavings of the maiden's breast, Where young-eyed have built their turtle nest; Or guide of soul-subduing power