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Unless it trembled
with lyre and rhyme
With tumult as they thunder by
Romance who loves
To nod and sing
I have no time for idle cares
With drowsy head
And folded wing
To while away - forbidden things
Through gazing on
Among the green leaves
As they shake
the unquiet sky
Far down within
some shadowy lake
