Sonnet: 4

Soft heaving wave, whose pure translucency
Swells on the bosom of the placid lake,
And as it slowly swells, the watery flake
Plays on the snowy pebble gracefully,
While breathes around fair Nature's minstrelsy,
And morning zephyrs in the willows wake,
And from the boughs the showery moisture shake,
And winding riv'lets murmur tunefully:
How sweet upon the mossy bank to lie,
And view the shining trout that darts below,
While drowsy slumber hovers o'er my eye,
And all its poppy dews around me flow,
While through the quivering leaves the breezes sigh,
And round my pillow whisper mournfully!
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