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the forest there fluttered a song

Upborne upon airy gay wings;

As the breeze lisps the beech-boughs among

So softly it lit on my strings:

And my harp told the River again:

And the trees and the birds caught the strain:

And the flow'rs set up soft whisperings.

Through the forest came loitering Love:

There was budding and blooming at this:

The birds woke, with welcome, the grove

And the rocks and the springs felt the bliss;

It seemed 'twould be sunshine forever

As the sun shed red gold on the River

While the waves and the bank-buds did kiss.