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"Come fairest, while the morn is fair, And dews are bright as yon clear eyes; Calm down this tide of troubled hair, Forget with me all other sighs Than summer air.

"Like me, the woodland shadows roam At light (their fairer comrade's) side; And peace and joy salute our home; And lo, the sun in all his pride-- My sunshine, come!

"The fawns and birds, that know our call, Are waiting for our presence--see, They wait my presence, love; and thee, The most desired of all.