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What deity for dozing Laziness Devised the lounging leafiness of this Secluded nook?--And how!--did I distress His musing ease that fled but now? or his Communion with some forest-sister, fair And shy as is the whippoorwill-flower there, Did I disturb?--Still is the wild moss warm And fragrant with late pressure,--as the palm Of some hot Hamadryad, who, a-nap, Props her hale cheek upon it, while her arm Is wildflower-buried; in her hair the balm Of a whole spring of blossoms and of sap.--