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POETRY: A Magazine of Verse

Come down at dawn from windless hills
 * Into the valley of the lake,

Where yet a larger quiet fills
 * The hour, and mist and water make
 * With rocks and reeds and island boughs
 * One silence and one element,
 * Where wonder goes surely as once
 * It went
 * By Galilean prows.

Moveless the water and the mist,
 * Moveless the secret air above,

Hushed, as upon some happy tryst
 * The poised expectancy of love;
 * What spirit is it that adores
 * What mighty presence yet unseen?
 * What consummation works apace
 * Between
 * These rapt enchanted shores?

Never did virgin beauty wake
 * Devouter to the bridal feast

Than moves this hour upon the lake
 * In adoration to the east.