Thy shades thy silence now be mine

Thy shades thy silence now be mine,

Thy charms my only theme,

My haunt the hollow cliff whose pine

Waves o'er the gloomy stream,

Whence the scared Owl on pinions grey,

Breaks through the rustling boughs,

And down the long vale sails away

To more profound repose.

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Beattie.