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 'Twas the vapour of the perfume Of the presence that should be, That enwrapt me! That enwraps us, O my Goddess, O my Queen! And I turn At thy feet to fall before thee; And thou wilt not: At thy feet to kneel and reach and kiss thy finger-tips; And thou wilt not: And I feel thine arms that stay me, And I feel O mine own, mine own, mine own, I am thine, and thou art mine!

, when in cheerless wanderings, dull and cold, A sense of human kindliness hath found us, We seem to have around us An atmosphere all gold, 'Mid darkest shades a halo rich of shine, An element, that while the bleak wind bloweth,