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 But more and more he seemed to seek My heart: till, dreaming of all this, I thought one day to hear him speak, Or feel, indeed, his sudden kiss Bind me to some great unknown bliss: Then there would stay upon my cheek Full many a light and honied stain, That told indeed how I had lain Deep in the flowery banks all day; And round me too there would remain Some strange wood-blossom's scent alway.

'Twas not the bright and fond deceit Of that first summer,—whose great bloom Quite overcame me with its sweet, And seemed to fill me and consume My very brain with its perfume;— 'Twas no false spell made my heart beat With such a joy to be alone With all the bloom and all the scent: It was a thing I dared not own, Already whispered there and known, Already with my whole life blent.