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Such a charm was right Canidian,

Though you meet it with a jeer!

If I said it long enough,

Then the rain hummed dimly off,

And the thrush, with his pure Lydian,

Was left only, to the ear:

And the sun and I together

Went a-rushing out of doors:

We, our tender spirits, drew

Over hill and dale in view,

Glimmering hither, glimmering thither,

In the footsteps of the showers.

Underneath the chestnuts dripping,

Through the grasses wet and fair,

Straight I sought my garden-ground,

With the laurel on the mound,

And the pear-tree oversweeping

A side-shadow of green air.

In the garden, lay supinely

A huge giant, wrought of spade!

Arms and legs were stretched at length,

In a passive giant strength,—

And the meadow turf, cut finely,

Round them laid and interlaid.