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Rh. I know that place: An apple-tree, and a smooth level lawn Where the young men can sway their hurley sticks.

[, troubled, has covered her eyes with her hands.

. No, there are not four rivers, and those rhymes Praise Adam’s paradise.

. I can remember now, It’s out of a poem I made long ago About the Garden in the East of the World, And how spirits in the images of birds Crowd in the branches of old Adam’s crab-tree. They come before me now, and dig in the fruit With so much gluttony, and are so drunk With that harsh wholesome savour, that their feathers Are clinging one to another with the juice. But you would lead me to some friendly place, And I would go there quickly.