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Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Imitated From Ossian
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The stream with languid murmur creeps,
 In Lumin`s flowery vale:
Beneath the dew the Lily weeps
 Slow-waving to the gale.

`Cease, restless gale!  `it seems to say,
 `Nor wake me with thy sighing!
The honours of my vernal day
 On rapid wing are flying.

Tomorrow shall the Traveller come
 Who late beheld me blooming:
His searching eye shall vainly roam
 The dreary vale of Lumin.`

With eager gaze and wetted cheek
 My wonted haunts along,
Thus, faithful Maiden!  thou shalt seek
 The Youth of simplest song.

But I along the breeze shall roll
 The voice of feeble power;
And dwell, the Moon-beam of thy soul,
 In Slumber`s nightly hour.
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