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On Linden, when the sun was low,
The flood was down in the Wilga swamps, three feet over the mud,
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night,
O Harcourt, Whom th' ingenuous Love of Arts
Thy voice is on the rolling air,
Repudiation of pleasur is a reason'd folly
Hard by the Indian lodges, where the bush