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This Sycamore, oft musical with bees, -- / Such tents the Patriarchs loved! O long unharmed / May all its aged boughs o'er-canopy / The small round basin, which this jutting stone / Keeps pure from falling leaves! Long may the Spring, / Quietly as a sleeping infant's breath, / Send up cold waters to the traveller / With soft and even pulse! Nor ever cease / Yon tiny cone of sand its soundless dance, / Which at the bottom, like a Fairy's Page, / As merry and no taller, dances still, / Nor wrinkles the smooth surface of the Fount. / Here twilight is and coolness: here is moss, / A soft seat, and a deep and ample shade. / Thou may'st toil far and find no second tree. / Drink, Pilgrim, here! Here rest! and if thy heart / Be innocent, here too shalt thou refresh / Thy spirit, listening to some gentle sound, / Or passing gale or hum of murmuring bees!