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 Or most like Vivien, the enchanting fay,

Where with her friend, in the strange tower they planned,

She lies and dreams eternity away,

Above the treetops in Broceliande,

Sometimes at twilight when the woods are gray

And wolf-packs howl far out across the lande,

Waking to love, while up behind the trees

The large midsummer moon lifts—even so loved these.

For here, their pleasure was to come and sit

Oft when the sun sloped midway to the west,

Watching with sweet enjoyment interknit

The long light slant across the green earth's breast,

And clouds upon the ranges opposite,

Rolled up into a gleaming thundercrest,

Topple and break and fall in purple rain,

And mist of summer showers trail out across the plain.

Whereon the shafts of ardent light, far-flung

Across the luminous azure overhead,

Ofttimes in arcs of transient beauty hung

The fragmentary rainbow's green and red.

Joy it was here to love and to be young,

To watch the sun sink to his western bed,

And streaming back out of their flaming core

The vesperal aurora's glorious banners soar.

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