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A Palinode / In the cedar shadow sleeping, / Where cool grass and fragrant glooms / Oft at noon had lur'd me, creeping / From your darken'd palace rooms: / I, who in your train at morning / Stroll'd and sang with joyful mind, / Heard, at evening, sounds of warning; / Heard the hoarse boughs labour in the wind.
Who are they, O pensive Graces, / -For I dream'd they wore your forms --