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Although a sweet uncertain smile Wanders through those boughs the while, As if the young Moon liked to know Her fountain mirror bright below; Linking his thoughts with all of these, For love is full of fantasies. —Why starts young from his dream? There is a shadow on the stream, There is an odour on the air;— What shape of beauty fronts him there! He knows her by her clear dark eye, Touch'd with the light that rules the sky; The star upon her forehead set, Her wild hair's sparkling coronet; Her white arms, and her silvery vest,— The lovely Pleiad stands confest.