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 Now lead, now follow: the glad landscape round, Wide and more wide, increasing without bound!


 * O then 'twere loveliest sympathy, to mark

The berries of the half-uprooted ash Dripping and bright; and list the torrent's dash,—
 * Beneath the cypress, or the yew more dark,

Seated at ease, on some smooth mossy rock; In social silence now, and now t'unlock The treasur'd heart; arm link'd in friendly arm, Save if the one, his muse's witching charm Mutt'ring brow-bent, at unwatch'd distance lag;
 * Till high o'er head his beck'ning friend appears,

And from the forehead of the topmost crag
 * Shouts eagerly: for haply there uprears

That shadowing its old romantic limbs,
 * Which latest shall detain th' enamoured sight

Seen from below, when eve the valley dims,
 * Ting'd yellow with the rich departing light;
 * And haply, bason'd in some unsunn'd cleft,

A beauteous spring, the rock's collected tears, Sleeps shelter'd there, scarce wrinkled by the gale!
 * Together thus, the world's vain turmoil left,