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60 THE BELOVED.

the gay streamlet

Springs from the mountain,

Laughing and dancing

Came a sweet maiden

Bearing a violet,

Azure and odorous;

Smiling she dropt it

Into my bosom;

And on my forehead,

Planted warm kisses

Many and glowing—

"Breathe thro' thy harp-strings,"

Thus said the maiden;

"Breathe out the spirit

I have awakened"—

Swiftly she vanished.

Then came a dovelet,

Flutt'ring, complaining,

And a green cradle

Made of young branches,

Touching my lips

With sweet dewy honey.