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THE DESERTED VALLEY.
THE DESERTED VALLEY.
Once, long ago, with dreamy joy,
I hail'd the summer-scented gale
That wafted me — ^light-hearted boy —
Afar from thee — my native vale.
Our light bark bounded o'er the wave,
The sea-bird shriek 'd its evening spell ;
And I, unheard, but fondly, gave
To thee and thine a long farewell 1
I soon forgot (to think oft now 1)
Thy woodland paths and murm'riug rills ;
I in a distant land, and thou
Reposing 'midst green Albion's hills.
I soon forgot, while many a change
Broke on my view, for I was free
To breast the proud Alps' mighty range,
Or bask in sunny Italy.

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