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This is not sadness in the wood; / The yellowbird / Flits joying through the solitude, / By no thought stirred / Save of his little duskier mate / And rompings jolly.
If there's a Dryad in the wood, / She is not sad. / Too wise the spirits are to brood; / Divinely glad, / They dream with countenance sedate / Not melancholy.