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To the pale statues round, where human life Was not, but beauty was, which seemed to have Apart existence from humanity: Then, to go forth where the tall waving pines Seem'd as behind them roll'd a golden sea, Immortal and eternal; and the boughs, That darkly swept between me and its light, Were fitting emblems of the worldly cares That are the boundary between us and heaven; Meanwhile, the wind, a wilful messenger Lingering amid the flowers on his way, At intervals swept past in melody, The lutes and voices of the choral hymn Contending with the rose-breath on his wing! Perhaps it is these pleasures' chiefest charm, They are so indefinable, so vague.