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Rh Sinks, but returning, It ruffles my hair; Aid me this rapture, Muses, to bear!

Know ye the passion That stirs in me here? Yester e'en at gloaming Was I with my dear!

 IN SUMMER.

 AUTUMN FEELINGS.

greener, as ye clamber, O ye leaves, to seek my chamber, Up the trellised vine on high! May ye swell, twin-berries tender, 