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JUNE 1820

          FAME tells of groves--from England far away--
          Groves that inspire the Nightingale to trill
          And modulate, with subtle reach of skill
          Elsewhere unmatched, her ever-varying lay;
          Such bold report I venture to gainsay:
          For I have heard the quire of Richmond hill
          Chanting, with indefatigable bill,
          Strains that recalled to mind a distant day;
          When, haply under shade of that same wood,
          And scarcely conscious of the dashing oars                  10
          Plied steadily between those willowy shores,
          The sweet-souled Poet of the Seasons stood--
          Listening, and listening long, in rapturous mood,
          Ye heavenly Birds! to your Progenitors.



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