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BEAUTY! vision of forgotten gladness!

Fulfillment of a dream that ne'er betrays!

O miracle of hope, and balm of sadness!

Creative ecstasy and fount of praise!

I lay upon the ground and gave no token,

I hid my face mid sodden leaves and sere,

My languid pulses chill, my spirit broken,—

I knew not, O divine one! you were near;

For snows and frosts of winter, new-departed,

Still held my will in thrall and weighed me down;

And I forgot—forlorn and heavy-hearted—

Your promise, goddess of the violet crown!

But soft as music in remembrance sighing,

You fanned me with your wooing breath, and I

Who shed no tears when lone I seemed and dying

Wept at your touch, and knew I should not die.