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 Oh, what a soft enchantment filled The lonely paths and places dim! It was as though the whole wood thrilled, And a dumb joy, because of him, Weighed down the lilies tall and slim, And made the roses blush, and stilled The great wild voices in half fear: It was as though his smile did hold All things in trances manifold; And in each place as he drew near The leaves were touched and turned to gold.

And well I seemed to know, the while, It was for me and for my sake, He wrought that magic with his smile, And set the unseen spells to make The lonely ways I loved to take So full of sweetness, to beguile My heart and keep me there for hours; And sometimes I was sure he lay Beside me hid among the flowers, Or climbed above me, and in play Shook down the white tree-bloom in showers.