II.

Within Youth's flowery vale I tread,

By some entrancing shadow led--

And Echo to my call replies--

Yet, as she answers, lo, she flies!

And, as I seem to reach her cell--

The grotto, where she weaves her spell--

The Nymph's sweet voice afar I hear--

So Love departs, as we draw near!

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