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Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among, I woo to hear thy evensong; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heavens' wide pathless way; -John Milton (1608-1674), Il Penseroso |
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