And o'er the meadows gleams that slender spire
Reminding me of one & waking fond desire
I love thee nature in my inmost heart
Go where I will thy truth seems from above
Go where I will thy landscape forms a part
Of heaven e'en these fens where wood nor grove
Are seen their very nakedness I love
For one dwells nigh that secret hopes prefer
Above the race of women like the dove
I mourn her absence fate that would deter
My hate for all things strengthens love for her
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