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But sweeter 'tis to wander wildBy melancholy dreams beguil'd,While the summer moon's pale rayFaintly guides me on my wayTo the lone romantic glenFar from all the haunts of men,Where no noise of uproar rudeBreaks the calm of solitude.But soothing Silence sleeps in all,Save the neighbouring waterfall,Whose hoarse waters falling nearLoad with hollow sounds the ear,And with down-dasht torrent whiteGleam hoary thro' the shades of night.Thus wandering silent on and slowI'll nurse Reflection's sacred woe,And muse upon the perish'd dayWhen Hope would weave her visions gay,Ere Fancy chill'd by adverse fateLeft sad Reality my mate.
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