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d, The lucid lake's transparent breast Shall show the banks, the woods, the hill, More clear, more beautiful, more still. For him more musical shall wave The pines o'er Echo's moonlit cave; 40 While sounds as of a fairy lyre Amid the shadowy cliffs expire! This valley where the raptured minstrel stood Was shaded with a circling slope of wood, And rich in beauty, with that valley vied, Thessalian Tempe, crowned with verdant bay, Where smooth and clear Peneus winds his way; And Ossa and Olympus, on each side, Rise dark with woods; or that Sicilian plain Which Arethusa's clearest waters lave, 50 By many a haunt of Pan, and wood-nymph's cave, Lingering and listening to the Doric strain Of him,[100] the bard whose music might succeed To the wild melodies of Pan's own reed! This scene the mistress of the valley held, Fancy, a magic maid; and at her will, Aerial castles crowned the gleaming hill, Or forests rose, or lapse of water welled. Sometimes she sat with lifted eye, And marked the dark storm in the western sky; 60 Sometimes she looked, and scarce her breath would draw, As fearful things, not to be told, she saw; And sometimes, like a vision of the air, On wings of shifting light she floated here and there. In the breeze her garments flew, Of the brightest skiey blue, Lucid as the tints of morn, When Summer trills his pipe of corn: Her tresses to each wing descending fall, Or, lifted by the wind, 70 Stream loose and unconfined, Like golden threads, beneath her myrtle coronal. The listening passions stood aloof and mute, As oft the west wind touched her trembling lute. But when its sounds the youthful minstrel heard, Strange mingled feelings, not to be expressed, Rose undefined, yet blissful, on his breast, And all the softened scene in sweeter light appeared. Then Fancy waved her wand, and lo! An airy troop went beckoning by: 80 Come, from toil and worldly woe; Come, live with us in vales remote! they cry. These are the flitting phantasies; the dreams That lead the heart through all that elfin land, Where
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