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 Circle each other dallying In playful love we hear them cleaving Blue air with dances they are weaving, So on tender pulsing pinion Audibly the heaven's dominion Many a threefold flower-band Of children clove, while in their bland Spirit-wreathing, when one passed, Shadow delicate fell fast From him upon a sister child, Softening to mood more mild Her raptured whiteness undefiled.

VII. When the jubilant hymnals roam, Buoyant-winged as sunny foam, High-flung, wind-wafted, in the dome, Or solemn-branched cathedral aisle, From pure boy-bosoms, all the while To me it seems my darling mingles With the sound that burns and tingles, Floating calm in the calm sea Of all unshadowed harmony. Holy, Holy, Holy! mount Arrowy song-flight from the fount Of our earth-music! that descending Erst from heaven, will be blending