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What has the ilex heard	A
What has the laurel seen	B
That the pale edges of their leaves are stirred	A
What spirit stole between	B
O trees upon your circle of smooth green	B
You stir as youths when beauty paces by	C
Moving heart and eye	C
To unuttered praise	D
Was it the wind that parted your light boughs	E
Some odour to recapture as he strays	D
Or some fair virgin shape of human brows	E
Yet lost to human gaze	D
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O for that morning of the simple world	F
When hollow oak and fount and flowering reed	G
Were storied each with glimpses of a face	H
By dropping hair dew pearled	G
Strange eyes that had no heed	G
Of men and bodies shy with the firm grace	H
Of young fawns flying yet of human kin	I
Whose hand might lead us could we only spare	J
Doubt and suspicious pride a world to win	I
Where all that lives would speak with us now dumb	K
For fear of us O might I yet win there	J
Wave boughs aside to your fresh glooms I come	K
	-
But all is lonely here	L
Yet lonelier is the glade	G
Than the wood's entrance and more dark appear	M
The hollows of still shade	G
Ah yet the nymph's white feet have surely stayed	G
Beside the spring how solitary fair	J
Shines and trembles there	J
White narcissus bloom	N
By lichened gray stones where the glancing stream	O
Swerves over into green wet mossy gloom	N
Their snowy frail flames on the ripple gleam	O
And all the place illume	O
	-
Surely her feet a moment rested here	L
Staying her hand upon a pliant branch	P
She paused she listened and then glided on	Q
Half turned in lovely fear	M
And her young shoulder shone	R
Like moonbeams that wet sands foam bordered blanch	P
A sight to stay the beating of the breast	G
Alas but mortal eyes may never know	S
That beauty Hark what bird above his nest	G
So rapturously sings Ah thou wilt tell	T
Thou perfect flower whither her footsteps go	S
And all her thoughts pure flower for thou know'st well	T
	-
White sweetness richest odours round thee cling	U
Purely thou breathest of voluptuous Spring	U
Thou art so white because thou dost enclose	V
All the advancing splendours of the year	M
And thou hast burned beyond the reddest rose	V
To shine so keenly clear	M
Shadowed within thy radiance I divine	W
Frail coral tinges of the anemone	R
Dim blue that clouds upon the columbine	W
And wallflower's glow as of old fragrant wine	W
And the first tulip's sanguine clarity	G
And pansy's midnight purple of sole star	X
All these that wander far	X
From thee and wilder glories would assume	O
Ev'n the proud peony of drooping plume	O
Robed like a queen in Tyre	Y
All to thy lost intensity aspire	Y
Toward thee they yearn out of encroaching gloom	O
They are all faltering beams of thy most perfect fire	Z
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And she that only haunts remote green ways	D
Is it an empty freedom she doth praise	D
Doth she distrustfully averse despise	A2
The common sweet of passion apt to fault	G
And turns she from the hunger in love's eyes	A2
Pale famine to exalt	G
Oh no her bosom's maiden hope is still	B2
A morning dewdrop imaging complete	G
All life full stored with every generous thrill	B2
No hope less perfect could her body fill	B2
Nor she be false to her own heart's rich beat	G
But she is pure because she hath not soiled	G
Hope with endeavour foiled	G
She not condemns glad love but with the best	G
Enshrines it lovelier because unpossest	G
Where is the joy we meant	G
In our first love the joy so swiftly spent	G
It glows for ever in her sacred breast	G
Untamed to languor's ebb nor by hot passion rent	G
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O pure abstaining Priestess of delight	G
That treasurest apart love's sanctity	G
Art thou but vision of an antique dream	O
Mated with a song's flight	G
With beckoning western gleam	O
Or first rose fading from an early sky	C
Yet we that are of earth must seek on earth	C2
Our bodied bliss Nay thou hast still thine hour	Z
And in a girl's life trusting April mirth	C2
Or noble boy's clear and victorious eyes	A2
Thou shinest with the charm and with the power	Z
Of all that wisdom loses to be wise	A2

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