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Thou dusky spirit of the wood, / Bird of an ancient brood, / Flitting thy lonely way, / A meteor in the summer's day, / From wood to wood, from hill to hill, / Low over forest, field, and rill, / What wouldst thou say?
Why shouldst thou haunt the day?
What makes thy melancholy float?
What bravery inspires thy throat, / And bears thee up above the clouds, / Over desponding human crowds, / Which far below / Lay thy haunts low?