Shapes and Shadows

There is a place hung o'er with summer boughs And drowsy skies wherein the gray hawk sleeps; Where waters flow, within whose lazy deeps, Like silvery prisms that the winds arous...

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When first I saw you, 't was as if within My soul took shape some song-- Played by a master of the violin-- A music pure and strong, That rapt my soul above all earthly sin To h...