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Will wear no shadow of subduing thought— No colouring from the past. This way our path Winds through the hazels;—mark how brightly shoots The dragon-fly along the sunbeam's line, Crossing the leafy gloom. How full of life, The life of song, and breezes, and free wings, Is all the murmuring shade! and thine, O thine! Of all the brightest and the happiest here, My blessed child! my gift of God! that mak'st My heart o'erflow with summer! Hast thou twined Thy wreath so soon! yet will we loiter not, Though here the blue-bell wave, and gorgeously Round the brown twisted roots of yon scathed oak The heath-flower spread its purple. We must leave The copse, and through yon broken avenue, Shadowed by drooping walnut foliage, reach The ruin's glade.