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 And murmurs musical and swift jug jug, ) Stirring the air with such an harmony, That should you close your eyes, you might almost Forget it was not day! On moonlight bushes, Whose dewy leafits are but half disclosed, You may perchance behold them on the twigs, Their bright, bright eyes, their eyes both bright and full, Glistening, while many a glow-worm in the shade Lights up her love-torch. A most gentle Maid, Who dwelleth in her hospitable home Hard by the castle, and at latest eve (Even like a Lady vow'd and dedicate To something more than Nature in the grove) Glides thro' the pathways; she knows all their notes, That gentle Maid! and oft a moment's space, What time the Moon was lost behind a cloud, Hath heard a pause of silence; till the Moon Emerging, hath awaken'd earth and sky With one sensation, and these wakeful Birds Have all burst forth in Choral ministrelsy, As if one quick and sudden Gale had swept An hundred airy harps! And she hath watch'd Errata