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This love of ours doth wonderfully dwell

In new demesnes, born when it first arose;

Treads the young turf of some yet virgin dell,

Where novel buds miraculously swell

On trees not known before, and where unclose

Unprecedented vistas. Where it goes,

Strange birds invent unwonted melodies,

That in all earth no other lover knows

Save our two selves alone, for each of these

Sounds a fresh note, as of a new-wrought bell.

I cannot tell in words what lands these are

Through which I see you moving like a queen:

There is no earthly radiance like that star

That stands in silent majesty, afar,

The peaks of unfamiliar hills between.

Some unknown pigment turns the tender green

Of all that dreaming landscape to a hue

That never was, save in the lovely scene

That Love hath only planned for framing you,

And that no mortal hand could make or mar.