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 Gilded and for ever haunted By the far ethereal smiles— Through the long bright time enchanted, In those solitudes for miles,

I and She—at heart possessing Rhapsodies of tender thought— Wander, till our thoughts too pressing Into new sweet words are wrought.

And at length, with full hearts sinking Back to silence and the maze Of immeasurable thinking, In those inward forest ways,

We recline on mossy couches, Vanquished by mysterious calms, All beneath the soothing touches Of the feather-leaved fan-palms.

Strangely, with a mighty hushing, Falls the sudden hour of noon; When the flowers droop with blushing, And a deep miraculous swoon