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AS I DID ROVE

As I did rove in blinded night,

Raying the sward, in slender ring,

A cirque I saw whose crystal light

Tranced my despair with glittering.

Slender its gold. In hues of dream

Its jewels burned, smiting my eyes,

Like wings that flit about the stream

That waters Paradise.

Sorrow broke in my heart to see

A thing so lovely; and I heard

Cry from its dark security

A ’wildered bird.