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I was not with the rest at play; My brothers laughed in joyous mood: But I—I wandered far away Into the fair and silent wood; And with the trees and flowers I stood, As dumb and full of dreams as they: —For One it seemed my whole heart knew, Or One my heart had known long since, Was peeping at me through the dew; And with bright laughter seemed to woo My beauty, like a Fairy prince.