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 Seemed from some paradise, and wet As with an angel's tears, and each Gave forth some long perfume to let No man forget.

A new delicious music erred For ever through the devious ways Tangled with blooming of each word; As though in that enchanted maze Some sweet and most celestial bird Were caught, and, hid from every gaze, Did there pour forth such song as stirred All men who heard.

Before him was perpetual birth Of flowers whereof, aye, more and more, The world begetteth a sad dearth; And those rare balms man searcheth for, Fair ecstasy, and the soul's mirth: Half grudgingly the angels bore That one should waste on a lost earth Things of such worth.