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 Of air be mute From rosy morn to evening fall, While flowerets blue. Fair with dew, Laugh to the azure over all; Let a music mazy, Born of the hazy Play of a tender light and shade, On hallowed ground Dance with the sound Fairy horns have faintly made; A cloud of snow Softly blow On the blue verge of the form so white, Delicate curl In a windy whirl; But man, be far from the holy height Soil no fair fields of frosty light!