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Then a young lover came beside its dwelling, To a maiden his gentle love-tale telling; He pluck'd a rose from out of the shade— 'Twas not bright as the cheek on which it was laid: The tale was told in the sunny noon, Yet the same was heard by the rising moon. I have been where the azure violet dwells; I have sang the sweet peal of the lily bells; I have pass'd on a diamond lake, Where white swans summer pleasaunce take; I saw the sun sink down in the sea,— Blushes and bridal seem'd there to be. Next o'er a noble city I swept,— Calm, in the moonlight, its proud towers slept, And its stately columns arose on the air As cut from snow mountains—they were so fair.