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 Seems subduing the whole forest; Or some distant joyous rite Draws away each bright-hued chorist: Then we yield with long delight

Each to each, our souls deep thirsting; And no sound at all is nigh, Save from time to time the bursting Of some fire-fed fruit on high.

Then with sudden overshrouding Of impenetrable wings, Comes the darkness and the crowding Mysteries of the unseen things.

O how happy are we lovers In weak wanderings hand in hand!— Whom the immense palm forest covers In that strange enchanted land;

Whom its thousand sights stupendous Hold in breathless charmed suspense; Whom its hidden sounds tremendous And its throbbing hues intense