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 Ah, there's another touch To throw them off the scent. They'll nudge and say, My lord is mellow: they will never dream How that still beauty on the canvas caught, Caught and held fast, as in the brain sometimes A gesture of the soul is caught and held,— How that still beauty stopped my mouth with awe, And left my poor brain gaping. Like a tree, A birch tree, shining in a windy place Where blown and shattered leaves of sunlight fall, And grasses ripple and the flooding blue Seems to engulf the world; or like a wave That tips with foam and flowering in the sea Drives on before the wind, a curve of sound