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 S I did walk in meadows preen
 * I heard the summer noon resound

With call of myriad things unseen
 * That leapt and crept upon the ground.

High overhead the windless air
 * Throbbed with the homesick coursing cry

Of swallows that did everywhere
 * Wake echo in the sky.

Beside me, too, clear waters coursed
 * Which willow branches, lapsing low,

Breaking their crystal gliding forced
 * To sing as they did flow.

I listened; and my heart was dumb
 * With praise no language could express;

Longing in vain for him to come
 * Who had breathed such blessedness

On this fair world, wherein we pass
 * So chequered and so brief a stay;

And yearned in spirit to learn, alas,
 * What kept him still away.