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This, then, is my cottage.

'Tis a ruined temple!

Just below you it, see, Springs, the fountain Whence I drink.

Thou dost hover O'er thy grave, all glowing, Genius! while upon thee Hath thy masterpiece Fallen crumbling, Thou Immortal One!

Stay, a cup I'll fetch thee Whence to drink.

Ivy circles thy slender Form so graceful and godlike.