It Was In a Little Woodland Glen, With A Streamlet Tumbling through
It. She Sat With Her Back To A Snowy Birch-Tree, Gazing into The
Eddies Of A Pool Below; And He Lay Beside Her, Upon The Soft, Mossy
Ground, Reading out Of A Book Of Poems. Images Of Joy Were Passing
Before Them; And There Came Four Lines With A Picture--
"Hard By, A Cottage-Chimney Smokes,
From Betwixt Two Aged oaks,
Where Corydon And Thyrsis, Met,
Are At Their Savory Dinner Set."
It. She Sat With Her Back To A Snowy Birch-Tree, Gazing into The
Eddies Of A Pool Below; And He Lay Beside Her, Upon The Soft, Mossy
Ground, Reading out Of A Book Of Poems. Images Of Joy Were Passing
Before Them; And There Came Four Lines With A Picture--
"Hard By, A Cottage-Chimney Smokes,
From Betwixt Two Aged oaks,
Where Corydon And Thyrsis, Met,
Are At Their Savory Dinner Set."
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