时间：2024-06-21
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"Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,
I’ll pore upon the stream
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the wat’ry glass.
I’ll drink of the clear stream,
And hear the linnet’s song,
And there I’ll lie and dream
The day along;
And, when night comes, I’ll go
To places fit for woe,
Walking along the darken’d valley
With silent Melancholy."
