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FRAGMENT.
Calm is the air—the chaste moon sails
In cloudless majesty along
The blue expanse of heaven,
Silvering with her modest beams
The sleeping landscape—nought is heard
But the soft murmur of the rivulet,
Meandering o'er its pebbly bed;
And now and then lone Philomela
Pours her plaintive tale of sorrow
On the dull ear of midnight.
Light wing'd zephyr, as he passes
Through yonder thick embowered grove,
Bestows on ev'ry trembling leaf
In cloudless majesty along
The blue expanse of heaven,
Silvering with her modest beams
The sleeping landscape—nought is heard
But the soft murmur of the rivulet,
Meandering o'er its pebbly bed;
And now and then lone Philomela
Pours her plaintive tale of sorrow
On the dull ear of midnight.
Light wing'd zephyr, as he passes
Through yonder thick embowered grove,
Bestows on ev'ry trembling leaf
