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 Join'd to the Prattle of the purling Rills, Were heard the lowing Herds along the Vale, And Flocks loud-bleating from the distant Hills, And vacant Shepherds piping in the Dale; And now and then sweet would wail, Or Stock-Doves plain amid the Forest deep, That drowsy rustled to the sighting Gale; And still a Coil the Grashopper did keep:

Full in the Passage of the Vale, above, A sable, silent, solemn Forest stood; Where nought but shadowy Forms were seen to move, As  fancy'd in her dreaming Mood. And up the Hills, on either Side, a Wood Of blackening Pines, ay waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy Horror through the Blood; And where this Valley winded out, below,