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I saw a famous fountain, in my dream, / Where shady pathways to a valley led; / A weeping willow lay upon that stream, / And all around the fountain brink were spread / Wide branching trees, with dark green leaf rich clad, / Forming a doubtful twilight -- desolate and sad.
The place was such, that whoso enter'd in, / Disrobéd was of every earthly thought, / And straight became as one that knew not sin, / Or to the world's first innocence was brought; / Enseem'd it now, he stood on holy ground, / In sweet and tender melancholy wrapt around.