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 But love of her went wandering no mood Of azure evening where the worm's slow spark Kindled and dimmed and like enchantment stood The spring's young moon upon the silver dark, Nor followed any path that seeking her Sought beauty first and would not find her breast Save through old forests thick and loftier Than guard the golden apples in the west.

She was the sky and country of his love, The towns and towers and the outward farms, And journeys in that land might only move From her recalled to her recalling arms, Where all horizons were attained and dear Before he thought them far or wished them near.