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Rh Long since your sheaves have yielded to the thresher,
 * Felt the girdle loosened, seen the tresses fly.

Soon will she lie like a blood-red sunset.
 * Swift with the to-morrow, green-winged Spring!

Sing from the South-West, bring her back the truants,
 * Nightingale and swallow, song and dipping wing.

Soft new beech-leaves, up to beamy April
 * Spreading bough on bough a primrose mountain, you,

Lucid in the moon, raise lilies to the skyfields,
 * Youngest green transfused in silver shining through:

Fairer than the lily, than the wild white cherry:
 * Fair as in image my seraph love appears

Borne to me by dreams when dawn is at my eyelids:
 * Fair as in the flesh she swims to me on tears.

Could I find a place to be alone with heaven,
 * I would speak my heart out: heaven is my need.