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 Yea, close comprest in human breast, What moss, and tree, and livelier thing, What Earth, Sun, Star of force possest, Lay budding, burgeoning forth for Spring.

Such sweet preluding sense of old Led on in Eden's sinless place The hour when bodies human first Combined the primal prime embrace, Such genial heat the blissful seat In man and woman owned unblamed, When, naked both, its garden paths They walked unconscious, unashamed:

Ere, clouded yet in mistiest dawn, Above the horizon dusk and dun, One mountain crest with light had tipped That Orb that is the Spirit's Sun; Ere dreamed young flowers in vernal showers Of fruit to rise the flower above, Or ever yet to young Desire Was told the mystic name of Love.