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She lay upon a bank, the favourite haunt Of the spring wind in its first sunshine hour, For the luxuriant strawberry blossoms spread Like a snow-shower there, and violets Bow'd down their purple vases of perfume About her pillow,—link'd in a gay band Floated fantastic shapes, these were her guards, Her lithe and rainbow elves.

have been o'er land and sea, Seeking lovely dreams for thee,— Where is there we have not been Gathering gifts for our sweet queen? We are come with sound and sight Fit for fairy's sleep to-night,—