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Preludes	A
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I Life of Life	B
What's that which ere I spake was gone	C
So joyful and intense a spark	D
That whilst o'erhead the wonder shone	E
The day before but dull grew dark	D
I do not know but this I know	F
That had the splendour lived a year	G
The truth that I some heavenly show	F
Did see could not be now more clear	G
This know I too might mortal breath	H
Express the passion then inspired	I
Evil would die a natural death	H
And nothing transient be desired	I
And error from the soul would pass	J
And leave the senses pure and strong	K
As sunbeams But the best alas	J
Has neither memory nor tongue	L
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II The Revelation	M
An idle poet here and there	N
Looks round him but for all the rest	O
The world unfathomably fair	N
Is duller than a witling's jest	O
Love wakes men once a lifetime each	P
They lift their heavy lids and look	Q
And lo what one sweet page can teach	P
They read with joy then shut the book	Q
And some give thanks and some blaspheme	R
And most forget but either way	S
That and the Child's unheeded dream	R
Is all the light of all their day	S
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III The Spirit's Epochs	T
Not in the crises of events	U
Of compass'd hopes or fears fulfill'd	V
Or acts of gravest consequence	W
Are life's delight and depth reveal'd	X
The day of days was not the day	S
That went before or was postponed	Y
The night Death took our lamp away	S
Was not the night on which we groan'd	Y
I drew my bride beneath the moon	Z
Across my threshold happy hour	A2
But ah the walk that afternoon	Z
We saw the water flags in flower	A2
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IV The Prototype	B2
Lo there whence love life light are pour'd	C2
Veil'd with impenetrable rays	D2
Amidst the presence of the Lord	C2
Co equal Wisdom laughs and plays	D2
Female and male God made the man	E2
His image is the whole not half	F2
And in our love we dimly scan	E2
The love which is between Himself	G2
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V The Praise of Love	H2
Spirit of Knowledge grant me this	I2
A simple heart and subtle wit	J2
To praise the thing whose praise it is	K2
That all which can be praised is it	J2
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Sarum Plain	L2
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I	-
Breakfast enjoy'd 'mid hush of boughs	M2
And perfumes thro' the windows blown	E
Brief worship done which still endows	M2
The day with beauty not its own	E
With intervening pause that paints	N2
Each act with honour life with calm	R
As old processions of the Saints	N2
At every step have wands of palm	R
We rose the ladies went to dress	O2
And soon return'd with smiles and then	P2
Plans fix'd to which the Dean said Yes	O2
Once more we drove to Salisbury Plain	L2
We past my house observed with praise	D2
By Mildred Mary acquiesced	O
And left the old and lazy grays	D2
Below the hill and walk'd the rest	O
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II	-
The moods of love are like the wind	Q2
And none knows whence or why they rise	R2
I ne'er before felt heart and mind	Q2
So much affected through mine eyes	R2
How cognate with the flatter'd air	N
How form'd for earth's familiar zone	E
She moved how feeling and how fair	N
For others' pleasure and her own	E
And ah the heaven of her face	S2
How when she laugh'd I seem'd to see	T2
The gladness of the primal grace	S2
And how when grave its dignity	T2
Of all she was the least not less	O2
Delighted the devoted eye	-
No fold or fashion of her dress	O2
Her fairness did not sanctify	-
I could not else than grieve What cause	U2
Was I not blest Was she not there	N
Likely my own Ah that it was	U2
How like seem'd likely to despair	N
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III	-
And yet to see her so benign	V2
So honourable and womanly	W2
In every maiden kindness mine	V2
And full of gayest courtesy	T2
Was pleasure so without alloy	W2
Such unreproved sufficient bliss	I2
I almost wish'd the while that joy	W2
Might never further go than this	I2
So much it was as now to walk	X2
And humbly by her gentle side	Y2
Observe her smile and hear her talk	X2
Could it be more to call her Bride	Y2
I feign'd her won the mind finite	Z2
Puzzled and fagg'd by stress and strain	L2
To comprehend the whole delight	Z2
Made bliss more hard to bear than pain	L2
All good save heart to hold so summ'd	A3
And grasp'd the thought smote like a knife	B
How laps'd mortality had numb'd	A3
The feelings to the feast of life	B
How passing good breathes sweetest breath	H
And love itself at highest reveals	B3
More black than bright commending death	H
By teaching how much life conceals	B3
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IV	B
But happier passions these subdued	C3
When from the close and sultry lane	L2
With eyes made bright by what they view'd	C3
We emerged upon the mounded Plain	L2
As to the breeze a flag unfurls	B3
My spirit expanded sweetly embraced	D3
By those same gusts that shook her curls	B3
And vex'd the ribbon at her waist	D3
To the future cast I future cares	B3
Breathed with a heart unfreighted free	T2
And laugh'd at the presumptuous airs	B3
That with her muslins folded me	T2
Till one vague rack along my sky	-
The thought that she might ne'er be mine	V2
Lay half forgotten by the eye	-
So feasted with the sun's warm shine	V2
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V	T2
By the great stones we chose our ground	E3
For shade and there in converse sweet	F3
Took luncheon On a little mound	E3
Sat the three ladies at their feet	F3
I sat and smelt the heathy smell	W2
Pluck'd harebells turn'd the telescope	G3
To the country round My life went well	W2
For once without the wheels of hope	G3
And I despised the Druid rocks	B3
That scowl'd their chill gloom from above	B
Like churls whose stolid wisdom mocks	B3
The lightness of immortal love	B
And as we talk'd my spirit quaff'd	F3
The sparkling winds the candid skies	B3
At our untruthful strangeness laugh'd	F3
I kiss'd with mine her smiling eyes	B3
And sweet familiarness and awe	H3
Prevail'd that hour on either part	F3
And in the eternal light I saw	B3
That she was mine though yet my heart	F3
Could not conceive nor would confess	B3
Such contentation and there grew	I3
More form and more fair stateliness	B3
Than heretofore between us two	I3

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