Full in the passage of the vale above,
A sable, silent, solemn, forest stood,
Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to move,
As Idless fancy'd in her dreaming mood; great poem. tony
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Full in the passage of the vale above, A sable, silent, solemn, forest stood, Where nought but shadowy forms was seen to move, As Idless fancy'd in her dreaming mood; great poem. tony