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I love to view the deep'ning shades,
The waving spots of varying light,
The cottage, rising 'mid the glades,
With little casements glist'ning bright.
The waving spots of varying light,
The cottage, rising 'mid the glades,
With little casements glist'ning bright.
Whilst hanging o'er the limpid stream,
Whose waters faintly murm'ring glide,
A brilliant star thou seem'st to gleam,
Reflected on the silver tide.
Whose waters faintly murm'ring glide,
A brilliant star thou seem'st to gleam,
Reflected on the silver tide.
The village-maid by thy pale rays
To meet her plighted lover roves,
Weaves visions gay of future days,
And, sweetly blushing, owns she loves.
To meet her plighted lover roves,
Weaves visions gay of future days,
And, sweetly blushing, owns she loves.
And round thee oft, as poets sing,
Fair elfin beings circling tread,
Trip gaily o'er the fairy ring,
And balmy odors round thee spread.
Fair elfin beings circling tread,
Trip gaily o'er the fairy ring,
And balmy odors round thee spread.
