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/ The deep seclusion of this forest path, -- / O'er which the green boughs weave a canopy; / Along which bluet and anemone / Spread dim a carpet; where the Twilight hath / Her cool abode; and, sweet as aftermath, / Wood-fragrance roams, -- has so enchanted me, / That yonder blossoming bramble seems to be / A Sylvan resting, rosy from her bath: / Has so enspelled me with tradition's dreams, / That every foam-white stream that, twinkling, flows, / And every bird that flutters wings of tan, / Or warbles hidden, to my fancy seems / A Naiad dancing to a Faun who blows / Wild woodland music on the pipes of Pan.