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 Oh the glades where airy sprites and fancies, Dreams that never had a name, elusive thought, Stand revealed in the merry light that dances Across the bronze and marble where they're caught! Oh the pools! My bubble-domes of pleasure Thrill and drown in glassy deeps of sunny blue. Birds and fountains sing and lisp a braided measure, Moths and poets loiter after honey-dew. How my loving heart receives you! Now again I must believe you, Certain you are true.