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 Then my thoughts, in the dark of the dungeon-keep

Of the Castle of Captives hid in the City of Sleep,

Upstarted, by twos and by threes assembling:

The gates of sleep fell a-trembling

Like as the lips of a lady that forth falter yes,

Shaken with happiness:

The gates of sleep stood wide.

I have waked, I have come, my beloved! I might not abide:

I have come ere the dawn, O beloved, my live-oaks, to hide

In your gospelling glooms,—to be

As a lover in heaven, the marsh my marsh and the sea my sea.

Tell me, sweet burly-bark'd, man-bodied Tree

That mine arms in the dark are embracing, dost know

From what fount are these tears at thy feet which flow?