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FROM BERMUDA JANUARY	A
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Lady where'er you roam whatever land	B
Woos the bright touches of that artist hand	B
Whether you sketch the valley's golden meads	C
Where mazy Linth his lingering current leads	C
Enamored catch the mellow hues that sleep	D
At eve on Meillerie's immortal steep	D
Or musing o'er the Lake at day's decline	E
Mark the last shadow on that holy shrine	E
Where many a night the shade of Tell complains	F
Of Gallia's triumph and Helvetia's chains	F
Oh lay the pencil for a moment by	G
Turn from the canvas that creative eye	G
And let its splendor like the morning ray	H
Upon a shepherd's harp illume my lay	H
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Yet Lady no for song so rude as mine	E
Chase not the wonders of your art divine	E
Still radiant eye upon the canvas dwell	I
Still magic finger weave your potent spell	I
And while I sing the animated smiles	J
Of fairy nature in these sun born isles	J
Oh might the song awake some bright design	E
Inspire a touch or prompt one happy line	E
Proud were my soul to see its humble thought	K
On painting's mirror so divinely caught	L
While wondering Genius as he leaned to trace	M
The faint conception kindling into grace	M
Might love my numbers for the spark they threw	N
And bless the lay that lent a charm to you	N
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Say have you ne'er in nightly vision strayed	O
To those pure isles of ever blooming shade	O
Which bards of old with kindly fancy placed	P
For happy spirits in the Atlantic waste	P
There listening while from earth each breeze that came	Q
Brought echoes of their own undying fame	Q
In eloquence of eye and dreams of song	R
They charmed their lapse of nightless hours along	R
Nor yet in song that mortal ear might suit	S
For every spirit was itself a lute	S
Where Virtue wakened with elysian breeze	T
Pure tones of thought and mental harmonies	T
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Believe me Lady when the zephyrs bland	B
Floated our bark to this enchanted land	B
These leafy isles upon the ocean thrown	U
Like studs of emerald o'er a silver zone	U
Not all the charm that ethnic fancy gave	V
To blessed arbors o'er the western wave	V
Could wake a dream more soothing or sublime	W
Of bowers ethereal and the Spirit's clime	W
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Bright rose the morning every wave was still	X
When the first perfume of a cedar hill	X
Sweetly awaked us and with smiling charms	Y
The fairy harbor woo'd us to its arms	Y
Gently we stole before the whispering wind	Z
Through plaintain shades that round like awnings twined	Z
And kist on either side the wanton sails	A2
Breathing our welcome to these vernal vales	A2
While far reflected o'er the wave serene	B2
Each wooded island shed so soft a green	B2
That the enamored keel with whispering play	H
Through liquid herbage seemed to steal its way	H
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Never did weary bark more gladly glide	C2
Or rest its anchor in a lovelier tide	C2
Along the margin many a shining dome	W
White as the palace of a Lapland gnome	W
Brightened the wave in every myrtle grove	D2
Secluded bashful like a shrine of love	E2
Some elfin mansion sparkled through the shade	O
And while the foliage interposing played	O
Lending the scene an ever changing grace	M
Fancy would love in glimpses vague to trace	M
The flowery capital the shaft the porch	F2
And dream of temples till her kindling torch	F2
Lighted me back to all the glorious days	G2
Of Attic genius and I seemed to gaze	G2
On marble from the rich Pentelio mount	H2
Gracing the umbrage of some Naiad's fount	H2
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Then thought I too of thee most sweet of all	I2
The spirit race that come at poet's call	I2
Delicate Ariel who in brighter hours	J2
Lived on the perfume of these honied bowers	J2
In velvet buds at evening loved to lie	G
And win with music every rose's sigh	G
Though weak the magic of my humble strain	K2
To charm your spirit from its orb again	L2
Yet oh for her beneath whose smile I sing	M2
For her whose pencil if your rainbow wing	M2
Were dimmed or ruffled by a wintry sky	G
Could smooth its feather and relume its dye	G
Descend a moment from your starry sphere	N2
And if the lime tree grove that once was dear	N2
The sunny wave the bower the breezy hill	X
The sparkling grotto can delight you still	X
Oh cull their choicest tints their softest light	H2
Weave all these spells into one dream of night	H2
And while the lovely artist slumbering lies	O2
Shed the warm picture o'er her mental eyes	O2
Take for the task her own creative spells	P2
And brightly show what song but faintly tells	P2

Thomas Moore

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