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118 Things dearer than the world is worth, In speech their brimming hearts break forth Words that with ravishing music pierce Each other's hearts, each other's ears. Hers are dim murmurs, his a voice That makes the silent air rejoice.

Health glows upon their cheeks, its flood Courses impetuous in their blood; They feel like some absorbing truth The fulness of their godlike youth, Its strength, its beauty, its delight O'erflows their bosoms, fills their sight. And all this garden, all this glade, Water and wind and flower and shade, The leaves that sigh, the bird that sings Seem one ambrosial chain of things, One happy whole, where they are parts. It is the fragrance of their hearts That the rose breathes: the water's sound Answers a feeling near, profound, And flashing, eddying fast and bright It leaps with their own heart's delight. Those spheres of solemn light on high Shine but in glorious sympathy, And heaven seems for no other end Spread there, but over them to bend. Theirs is the pomp, theirs is the power Of Nature in this sovereign hour. For them the balmy woodlands show Their virgin wealth: the hyacinths grow For them, for them the nightingale Tells all her rich melodious tale. Earth seems one flowery empire green And they its happy king and queen.