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"Slip slowly down some path worn smooth and even, Down to a cool sea on a summer day; Yet still in slipping was there some small leaven

"Of stretched hands catching small stones by the way, Until one surely reached the sea at last, And felt strange new joy as the worn head lay

"Back, with the hair like seaweed; yea all past Sweat of the forehead, dryness of the lips, Washed utterly out by the dear waves o'ercast

"In the lone sea, far off from any ships! Do I not know now of a day in Spring? No minute of that wild day ever slips

"From out my memory; I hear thrushes sing, And wheresoever I may be, straightway Thoughts of it all come up with most fresh sting;

"I was half mad with beauty on that day, And went without my ladies all alone, In a quiet garden walled round every way;

"I was right joyful of that wall of stone. That shut the flowers and trees up with the sky, And trebled all the beauty: to the bone,

"Yea right through to my heart, grown very shy With weary thoughts, it pierced, and made me glad; Exceedingly glad, and I knew verily,

"A little thing just then had made me mad; I dared not think, as I was wont to do, Sometimes, upon my beauty; if I had