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Along the streamlet sings the snowy Swan, percht on her spraylet answereth Philomel: Startled Actaeon stands no more to scan his horny forehead where the waters well; Here the fast lev’ret flies the hunter-man from densest thicket, or the shy gazelle: There hurrying homewards to her darling brood the light-wing’d Birdie bears the grateful food.