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90 "Haste! and above Siberian snows We'll sport amid the boreal morning; Will mingle with her lustres gliding Among the stars, the stars now hiding, And now the stars adorning. HASTE AND ABOVE SIBERIAN SNOWS WILL SPORT AMID THE BOREAL MORNING WILL MINGLE WITH HER LUSTRES GLIDING AMONG THE STARS THE STARS NOW HIDING AND NOW THE STARS ADORNING
ieper; And look, where clothed in brightest green Is a sweet Isle, of isles the Queen; Ye fairies, from all evil keep her! 65 And see the town where I was born! Around those happy fields we span In boyish gambols;--I was lost Where I have been, but on this coast I feel I am a man. 70 Never did fifty things at once Appear so lovely, never, never;-- How tunefully the forests ring! To hear the earth's soft murmuring Thus could I hang for ever! 75 "Shame on you!" cried my little Boat, "Was ever such a homesick [11] Loon, Within a living Boat to sit, And make no better use of it; A Boat twin-sister of the crescent-moon! 80 [12] "Ne'er in the breast of full-grown Poet Fluttered so faint a heart before;-- Was it the music of the spheres That overpowered your mortal ears? --Such din shall trouble them no more. 85 "These nether precincts do not lack Charms of their own;--then come with me; I want a comrade, and for you There's nothing that I would not do; Nought is there that you shall not see.  YON TAWNY SLIP IS LIBYA'S SANDS THAT SILVER THREAD THE RIVER DENIEPER AND LOOK WHERE CLOTHED IN BRIGHTEST GREEN IS THE SWEET ISLE OF ISLES THE QUEEN YE FAIRIES FROM ALL EVIL KEEP HER AND SEE THE TOWN WHERE I WAS BORN AROUND THOSE HAPPY FIELDS WE SPAN IN BOYISH GAMBOLS I WAS LOST WHERE I HAVE BEEN BUT ON THIS COAST I FEEL I AM A MAN NEVER DID FIFTY THINGS AT ONCE APPEAR SO LOVELY NEVER NEVER HOW TUNEFULLY THE FORESTS RING TO HEAR THE EARTH'S SOFT MURMURING THUS COULD I HANG FOR EVER SHAME ON YOU CRIED MY LITTLE BOAT WAS EVER SUCH A HOMESICK LOON WITHIN A LIVING BOAT TO SIT AND MAKE NO BETTER USE OF IT A BOAT TWIN SISTER OF THE CRESCENT MOON NE'ER IN THE BREAST A FULL GROWN POET FLUTTERED SO FAINT A HEART BEFORE WAS IT THE MUSIC OF THE SPHERES THAT OVERPOWERED YOUR MORTAL EARS SUCH DIN SHALL TROUBLE THEM NO MORE THESE NETHER PRECINCTS DO NOT LACK CHARMS OF THEIR OWN THEN COME WITH ME I WANT A COMRADE AND FOR YOU THERE IS NOTHING THAT I WOULD NOT DO NOUGHT IS THERE THAT YOU SHALL NOT SEE
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