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A voice of music, borne by fragrant gales,
And echoing softly to the dimpled waves,
Stole from the bosom of Hesperia’s vales,
Whose jeweled sands the flashing water laves,
’Mid shadowy banks, and bright enchanted isles,
And fairy bowers, where joys own summer smiles.
Sweet as a spirit’s song it rose and fell
On the rich air, o’erburdened with perfume;
Each varying cadence, or voluptuous swell,