text:  It is it is true no more important a thing than a mere song; but the naturalness and unity of the fundamental thought and the happy employment of what is undoubtedly one of the most effective artifices at the command of the lyric writer--we mean repetition--render the following lines worthy of the universal admiration which they have obtained in the original and may not be devoid of charm in the translation:-- TO * * * Yes! I remember well our meeting When first thou dawnedst on my sight Like some fair phantom past me fleeting Some nymph of purity and light