VII

"Thou know'st how I went forth, my youthful breast

On fire with thee, amid the paths of men;

Once in my wanderings, my lone footsteps pressed

A mountain forest; in a sombre glen,

Down which its thundrous boom a cataract flung,

A little bird, unheeded, built and sung.

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