In yonder valley there dwelt, alone, A youth, whose moments had calmly flown, 'Till spells came o'er him, and, day and night, He was haunted and watch'd by a Mountain Sprite.
As once, by moonlight, he wander'd o'er The golden sands of that Island shore, A foot-print sparkled before his sight -- 'Twas the fairy foot of the Mountain Sprite!
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