There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Aparell’d in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
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The rainbow comes and goes,
And lovely is the rose;
The moon doth with delight
Look round her when the heavens are bare;
Waters on a starry night
Are beautiful and fair;