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 And sweet, upon the whole sense creep The dream—life-long and wonderful, That hath all souls of men to keep Lest they should weep.

But often, when there seemed to fall Bright shadows of half-blindness, thin, And like fine films wrought over all The flashing sights of Heaven within; While that fair perishable wall Of flesh so barred and shut him in That scarce a silver spirit-call Reached him at all—

O then the Earth failed not to bring, Indeed through many a day and eve— The strength of all her flowering About him; nor forgot to weave, With soft perpetual murmuring, Her spells, that such a sweet way grieve, And hold the heart to each fair thing, Yea, with a sting: