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, I come! ye have call'd me long, I come o'er the mountains with light and song! Ye may trace my step o'er the wakening earth, By the winds which tell of the violet's birth, By the primrose-stars in the shadowy grass, By the green leaves, opening as I pass.

I have breathed on the south, and the chesnut flowers By thousands have burst from the forest-bowers, And the ancient graves, and the fallen fanes, Are veil'd with wreaths on Italian plains; —But it is not for me, in my hour of bloom, To speak of the ruin or the tomb!

I have look'd o'er the hills of the stormy north, And the larch has hung all his tassels forth,