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Virgin darkness, wet and deep Where dwells but April, dwells but sleep, What presence clear Like a beam has entered here? What lov'd footstep, that the trees Freshen their soliloquies, Birds break into louder lays? All fair Nature's heart runs wild To remember her sweet child: In the wood Myvanwy strays!

O what gladness thrills her through Her wayward darling back to woo From life again, Thought, and passion, stir and men! Clasp her now! From that great lure O sweet Nature, clasp her sure, Where no alien eye perceives! Lead her where dim brooks have birth, Fill her with the smell of earth, Shut her in a thousand leaves.

Born in foliage like the flowers, Myvanwy, to that world of ours Of throng and street O how strayed your vernal feet? There where not a daisy smiles, There where green earth's pale exiles Toil and toil and never cease! Who is this?" the passer said: Rustic grass was in your tread, In your laughter the wild breeze!