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His fair locks wav'd in sunny play, By a clear fountain's side, Where jewel-colour'd pebbles lay Beneath the shallow tide; And pearly spray at times would meet The glancing of his fairy feet.

He twin'd him wreaths of all spring-flowers, Which drank that streamlet's dew; He flung them o'er the wave in showers, Till, gazing, scarce I knew Which seem'd more pure, or bright, or wild, The singing fount or laughing child.

To look on all that joy and bloom Made earth one festal scene, Where the dull shadow of the tomb Seem'd as it ne'er had been. How could one image of decay Steal o'er the dawn of such clear day?