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A languid atmosphere, a lazy breeze, / With labored respiration, moves the wheat / From distant reaches, till the golden seas / Break in crisp whispers at my feet.
My book, neglected of an idle mind, / Hides for a moment from the eyes of men; / Or lightly opened by a critic wind, / Affrightedly reviews itself again.