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 From yonder ambient worlds of light, Deep draughts of passionate delight.

Hollo, my Fancy! It is well To ponder on the spheres above— To bid each fount of feeling swell Responsive to the glance of love. See! trooping in a gladsome row, How steadfastly these tapers glow; And light up hill and darksome glen To cheer the path of wand'ring men, And eke of frolic elf and fay That haunt the hollow hill, or play By crystal brook, or gleaming lake, Or dance until the green wood shake To fits of choicest minstrelsie, Under the cope of the witch elm-tree. When all is hush around and above, Then is the hour to carpe of love; When not an eye but ours is waking, Nor even the lightest leaflet shaking— When, like a newly-captured bird, The fluttering of the heart is heard; When tears come to the eye unbidden, And blushing cheeks are in bosom hidden!