Winding its dark-green wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade;
While in soft gloom the bowers recede,
Green dewy lights adorn the freshened mead, 1815.
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade;
While in soft gloom the bowers recede,
Green dewy lights adorn the freshened mead, 1815.
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