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 MATTHEW ARNOLD

What forms are these coming So white through the gloom? What garments out-glistening The gold-flower'd broom ?

What sweet-breathing Presence Out-perfumes the thyme ? What voices enrapture The night's balmy prime ?

'Tis Apollo comes leading His choir, The Nine. The Leader is fairest, But all are divine.

They are lost in the hollows. They stream up again. What seeks on this mountain The glorified train?

They bathe on this mountain, In the spring by their road. Then on to Olvmpus, Their endless abode.

Whose praise do they mention: Of what is it told ? What will be for ever. What was from of old.

First hymn they the Father Of all things, and then, The rest of Immortals, The action of men.

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