To the Aeolian Harp

Harp of the winds! In airy measure

Thy strings when viewless fingers move,

Unfolding all thy tuneful treasure,

Thy cadence wild I dearly love.

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The sounds, all earthly sounds excelling,

Our wand'ring thoughts to heav'n recall;

Now softly sighing, loudly swelling,

Lost in many a dying fall.

Harp of the winds! While, pensive musing,

I mark thy deep impassion'd strain,

When trees their summer beauty losing,

With yellow leaves bestrew the plain.

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Harp of the winds! While, faintly beaming,

Yon moon hangs o'er the ruined tower,

And flitting shadows dimly gleaming,

Seem subject to thy magic power.

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