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 Of rustling leaf or southward-flying bird, Unworded songs and musics never heard. The faerie maiden, smiling, led me where The sky is stretched over the world, above Our heights and depths of hoping and despair, Beyond the reach of singing and of love. And then she tore the veil. And I saw there That all was dawn. And in the deeps there beamed A woman's Face radiant exceedingly.— Ah, never, Muses, never could ye say The holy joyance that enkindled me!— "More? . . ." said the faerie in her laughing way; But I saw the Face only. And I dreamed. 11]