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| BENEATH these fruit-tree boughs that shed | |
| Their snow-white blossoms on my head, | |
| With brightest sunshine round me spread | |
| Of spring’s unclouded weather, | |
| In this sequestered nook how sweet | 5 |
| To sit upon my orchard-seat! | |
| And birds and flowers once more to greet, | |
| My last year’s friends together. | |
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| Once have I marked, the happiest guest | |
| In all this covert of the blest: | 10 |
| Hail to Thee, far above the rest | |
| In joy of voice and pinion! | |
| Thou, Linnet! in thy green array, | |
| Presiding Spirit here to-day, | |
| Dost lead the revels of the May; | 15 |
| And this is thy dominion. | |
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| While birds, and butterflies, and flowers | |
| Make all one band of paramours, | |
| Thou, ranging up and down the bowers, | |
| Art sole in thy employment: | 20 |
| A Life, a Presence like the Air, | |
| Scattering thy gladness without care, | |
| Too blest with any one to pair; | |
| Thyself thy own enjoyment. | |
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| Upon yon tuft of hazel trees, | 25 |
| That twinkle to the gusty breeze, | |
| Behold him perched in ecstasies, | |
| Yet seeming still to hover; | |
| There! where the flutter of his wings | |
| Upon his back and body flings | 30 |
| Shadows and sunny glimmerings, | |
| That cover him all over. | |
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| My dazzled sight he oft deceives, | |
| A Brother of the dancing leaves: | |
| Then flits, and from the cottage-eaves | 35 |
| Pours forth his song in gushes; | |
| As if by that exulting strain | |
| He mocked and treated with disdain | |
| The voiceless Form he chose to feign, | |
| While fluttering in the bushes. | 40 |
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