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LEAVE ME NOT YET!
Leave me not yet—thro' rosy skies from far,
But now the song-birds to their nests return;
The quivering image of the first pale star
On the dim lake scarce yet begins to burn:
Leave me not yet!
Not yet!—oh hark! low tones from hidden streams,
Piercing the shivery leaves, ev'n now arise;
Their voices mingle not with day light-dreams,
They are of vesper's hymns and harmonies:
Leave me not yet!
