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When Lydia smiles, I seem to see / The walls around me fade and flee; / And, lo, in haunts of hart and hind / I seem with lovely Rosalind, / In Arden 'neath the greenwood tree: / The day is drowsy with the bee, / And one wild bird flutes dreamily, / And all the mellow air is kind, / When Lydia smiles.
Ah, me! what were this world to me / Without her smile! -- What poetry, / What glad hesperian paths I find / Of love, that lead my soul and mind / To happy hills of Arcady, / When Lydia smiles!