Beside the blue mountains, a hamlet
sweet and serene,
The slender silent trees, the cynosure of dreams reign;
How often my fancy roams through the
strange own alleys with many a theme,
To find your sojourn and wake with many a moist-eyed dream!
Flying away free far from the maddening crowd beyond the clouds,
Nimbus for eyes innocent, silent and serene...
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