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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
A gentle kiss—I leave my sleepless couch,
And wander forth to view the beauties
Of the night, uninterrupted;
Reclined upon the green and daisied turf,
Pleas'd I survey the lovely scene before me.
A soft delight steals o'er my charmed senses,
And soothes my bosom into peace.
By the mild influence of surrounding
Loveliness each wayward wish is hush'd,
And my so lately ruffled breast
Is calm as yonder rippling streamlet.
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
A gentle kiss—I leave my sleepless couch,
And wander forth to view the beauties
Of the night, uninterrupted;
Reclined upon the green and daisied turf,
Pleas'd I survey the lovely scene before me.
A soft delight steals o'er my charmed senses,
And soothes my bosom into peace.
By the mild influence of surrounding
Loveliness each wayward wish is hush'd,
And my so lately ruffled breast
Is calm as yonder rippling streamlet.