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Soothd by the murmurs of a plaintive treame, A wyld romantick dell its fragrance hed; Safe from the thonder howre and corching beame Their faerie charmes the ummer bowres diplaid; Wyld by the bancks the bahfull cowlips pread, And from the rock above each ivied eat The potted foxgloves hung the purple head, And lowlie vilets kit the wanderers feet: Sure never Hyblas bees rovd through a wilde o weet.

As winds the treamlett erpentine along, So leads a olemn walk its bowry way, The pale-leaved palms and darker limes among, To where a grotto lone and ecret lay; The yellow broome, where chirp the linnets gay, Waves round the cave; and to the blue-treakd kyes A hatterd rock towres up in fragments gray: The hee-goat from its height the lawnkepe eyes, And calls her wanderd young, the call each banck replies.