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...is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I can not see what Sowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...

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...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd bun soft...