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A STREAM with soft, melodious voice
Runs singing through a flowery mead;
And when our college days are past
There antique idyls we will read,
Until the mystic wave reveals
Fair Naiads on its silver tide,
And mid the sweetly blooming flowers
The Nymphs in winsome frolic hide.
There, with a simple wild-flower wreath
Circling her brow, and filmy lace
Thrown o'er her Parian shoulders, flits
A Dryad to her trysting-place.
And in her sweet, dark, lustrous eyes
We see, as in a vistaed dream,
Touched by the wand of mystery,
A thousand years of fable gleam.
Under an azure sky serene
Softly the summer zephyrs blow;
Woven upon a mythic loom,
The fairy pictures come and go.
A. L. H.
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