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Romance, who loves to nod and sing

with drowsy head and folded wing

Among the green leaves as they share

far down within some shadowy lake



To me a painted parquet

had been a most familiar bird

Tough me ,my alphabet to say

to lips my very erliest word



While in the wild woods i did lie

a child with a most knowing eye

of late eternal condor years



So shake the very heaven on high

with tumultas the thunder pass

I have no time for idle cares

though gazing on the quiet sky

and when on hour with calmet wings



That little time with lies and rhyme

to wile awy forbbiden tings

My heart would felk to be acrime

unless it trembled with strings