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Queen of the silent lake,
Gliding majestic o’er the liquid court,
Deep in the shadowy break,
Where the imaginary water nymphs resort;
Where fox-gloves hang their bells,
And oaken-bowers their branches intertwine;
And solitude in leafy covert dwells,
That sanctuary, snowy queen, is thine.
Few violate the state—the timid deer
May drink the pure wave as he trots along,
The forest loving birds may hover near,
The nightingale may pour her stream of song,
Yet, queen acknowledged, on thy glassy throne,
Thou reignest in still majesty alone!
— Anon., A Midsummer Day-Dream: Or, A Mesmeric Myth, Scene 6, cited in The Dublin University Magazine, Vol. 15, August 1852