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Normale Version: Where the wild woods and pathless forests frown
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Where the wild woods and pathless forests frown
The darkling pilgrim seeks his unknown way,
Till on the grass he throws him weary down,
To wait in broken sleep the dawn of day:

Through boughs just waving in the silend air,
With pale capricious light the summer moon
Chequers his humid couch; while Fancy there,
That loves to wanton in the night’s deep noon,

Calls from the mossy roots and fountain edge
Fair visionary nymphs that haunt the shade,
Or Naiads rising from the whispering sedge;
And, ‘mid the beauteous group, his dear loved maid

Seems beckoning him with smiles to join the train:
Then, starting from his dream, he feels his woes again!