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Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,-- |
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The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: |
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Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms |
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'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. |
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All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, |
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Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge |
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Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge. |
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'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass. |
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Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly |
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Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky:-- |
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So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above. |
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Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, |
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This close-companioned inarticulate hour |
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When twofold silence was the song of love. |
