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I	A
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The daughters of Mne Seraphim led round their sunny flocks	B
All but the youngest she in paleness sought the secret air	C
To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day	D
Down by the river of Adona her soft voice is heard	E
And thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew	F
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O life of this our spring why fades the lotus of the water	G
Why fade these children of the spring born but to smile fall	H
Ah Thel is like a watry bow and like a parting cloud	I
Like a reflection in a glass like shadows in the water	G
Like dreams of infants like a smile upon an infants face	J
Like the doves voice like transient day like music in the air	C
Ah gentle may I lay me down and gentle rest my head	K
And gentle sleep the sleep of death and gently hear the voice	L
Of him that walketh in the garden in the evening time	M
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The Lilly of the valley breathing in the humble grass	N
Answerd the lovely maid and said I am a watry weed	O
And I am very small and love to dwell in lowly vales	P
So weak the gilded butterfly scarce perches on my head	K
Yet I am visited from heaven and he that smiles on all	H
Walks in the valley and each morn over me spreads his hand	Q
Saying rejoice thou humble grass thou new born lily flower	G
Thou gentle maid of silent valleys and of modest brooks	R
For thou shall be clothed in light and fed with morning manna	S
Till summers heat melts thee beside the fountains and the springs	T
To flourish in eternal vales they why should Thel complain	U
Why should the mistress of the vales of Har utter a sigh	A
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She ceasd smild in tears then sat down in her silver shrine	V
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Thel answerd O thou little virgin of the peaceful valley	W
Giving to those that cannot crave the voiceless the o'er tired	E
The breath doth nourish the innocent lamb he smells the milky garments	X
He crops thy flowers while thou sittest smiling in his face	J
Wiping his mild and meekin mouth from all contagious taints	Y
Thy wine doth purify the golden honey thy perfume	Z
Which thou dost scatter on every little blade of grass that springs	T
Revives the milked cow tames the fire breathing steed	O
But Thel is like a faint cloud kindled at the rising sun	A2
I vanish from my pearly throne and who shall find my place	J
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Queen of the vales the Lily answered ask the tender cloud	I
And it shall tell thee why it glitters in the morning sky	A
And why it scatters its bright beauty thro the humid air	C
Descend O little cloud hover before the eyes of Thel	W
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The Cloud descended and the Lily bowd her modest head	K
And went to mind her numerous charge among the verdant grass	N
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II	A
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O little Cloud the virgin said I charge thee to tell me	W
Why thou complainest now when in one hour thou fade away	D
Then we shall seek thee but not find ah Thel is like to thee	W
I pass away yet I complain and no one hears my voice	L
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The Cloud then shewd his golden head his bright form emerg'd	B2
Hovering and glittering on the air before the face of Thel	W
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O virgin know'st thou not our steeds drink of the golden springs	T
Where Luvah doth renew his horses lookst thou on my youth	C2
And fearest thou because I vanish and am seen no more	D2
Nothing remains O maid I tell thee when I pass away	D
It is to tenfold life to love to peace and raptures holy	W
Unseen descending weigh my light wings upon balmy flowers	E2
And court the fair eyed dew to take me to her shining tent	F2
The weeping virgin trembling kneels before the risen sun	A2
Till we arise link'd in a golden band and never part	G2
But walk united bearing food to all our tender flowers	E2
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Dost thou O little cloud I fear that I am not like thee	W
For I walk through the vales of Har and smell the sweetest flowers	E2
But I feed not the little flowers I hear the warbling birds	H2
But I feed not the warbling birds they fly and seek their food	I2
But Thel delights in these no more because I fade away	D
And all shall say without a use this shining women liv'd	J2
Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms	K2
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The Cloud reclind upon his airy throne and answerd thus	L2
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Then if thou art the food of worms O virgin of the skies	M2
How great thy use how great thy blessing every thing that lives	N2
Lives not alone nor or itself fear not and I will call	W
The weak worm from its lowly bed and thou shalt hear its voice	L
Come forth worm and the silent valley to thy pensive queen	O2
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The helpless worm arose and sat upon the Lillys leaf	P2
And the bright Cloud saild on to find his partner in the vale	W
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III	A
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Then Thel astonish'd view'd the Worm upon its dewy bed	K
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Art thou a Worm image of weakness art thou but a Worm	Q2
I see thee like an infant wrapped in the Lillys leaf	P2
Ah weep not little voice thou can'st not speak but thou can'st weep	R2
Is this a Worm I see they lay helpless naked weeping	S2
And none to answer none to cherish thee with mothers smiles	T2
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The Clod of Clay heard the Worms voice rais'd her pitying head	K
She bowd over the weeping infant and her life exhald	K
In milky fondness then on Thel she fix'd her humble eyes	M2
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O beauty of the vales of Har we live not for ourselves	U2
Thou seest me the meanest thing and so I am indeed	K
My bosom of itself is cold and of itself is dark	V2
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But he that loves the lowly pours his oil upon my head	K
And kisses me and binds his nuptial bands around my breast	K
And says Thou mother of my children I have loved thee	W
And I have given thee a crown that none can take away	D
But how this is sweet maid I know not and I cannot know	W2
I ponder and I cannot ponder yet I live and love	X2
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The daughter of beauty wip'd her pitying tears with her white veil	W
And said Alas I knew not this and therefore did I weep	R2
That God would love a Worm I knew and punish the evil foot	K
That wilful bruis'd its helpless form but that he cherish'd it	K
With milk and oil I never knew and therefore did I weep	R2
And I complaind in the mild air because I fade away	D
And lay me down in thy cold bed and leave my shining lot	K
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Queen of the vales the matron Clay answered I heard thy sighs	M2
And all thy moans flew o'er my roof but I have call'd them down	Y2
Wilt thou O Queen enter my house tis given thee to enter	G
And to return fear nothing enter with thy virgin feet	K
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IV	X2
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The eternal gates terrific porter lifted the northern bar	Z2
Thel enter'd in saw the secrets of the land unknown	A3
She saw the couches of the dead where the fibrous roots	B3
Of every heart on earth infixes deep its restless twists	C3
A land of sorrows of tears where never smile was seen	O2
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She wandered in the land of clouds thro' valleys dark listning	V2
Dolors lamentations waiting oft beside the dewy grave	X2
She stood in silence listning to the voices of the ground	K
Till to her own grave plot she came there she sat down	Y2
And heard this voice of sorrow breathed from the hollow pit	K
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Why cannot the Ear be closed to its own destruction	A2
Or the glistening Eye to the poison of a smile	W
Why are Eyelids stord with arrows ready drawn	D3
Where a thousand fighting men in ambush lie	W
Or an Eye of gifts graces showring fruits coined gold	K
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Why a Tongue impress'd with honey from every wind	K
Why an Ear a whirlpool fierce to draw creations in	E3
Why a Nostril wide inhaling terror trembling affright	K
Why a tender curb upon the youthful burning boy	F3
Why a little curtain of flesh on the bed of our desire	G
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The Virgin started from her seat with a shriek	V2
Fled back unhinderd till she came into the vales of Har	Z2

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