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But though the city lay so near their nest, |
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Nought of its neighbourhood the lovers knew, |
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For thus the Sylph decreed and thought 'twere best: |
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Down to the sea through path-ways not a few |
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Conducted, they were engineer'd so true |
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To his intent, that to all human ken, |
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It seem'd a desert where the wild-flowers grew |
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Untrodden and uncropp'd on hill and glen, |
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Far from the noisy haunts and dwelling-place of men. |