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10 So all among the vivid blades

Of soft and tender grass

We lay, nor heard the limber wheels

That pass and ever pass,

In noisy continuity until their stony rattle

Seems in itself a battle.

At length we rose up from this ease

Of tranquil happy mind,

And searched the garden's little length

A fresh pleasaunce to find;

And there, some yellow daffodils and jasmine hanging high

Did rest the tired eye.

The fairest and most fragrant

Of the many sweets we found,

Was a little bush of Daphne flower

Upon a grassy mound,

And so thick were the blossoms set and so divine the scent

That we were well content.

Hungry for spring, I bent my head,

The perfume fanned my face,

And all my soul was dancing

In that little lovely place,

Dancing with a measured step from wrecked and shattered towns

Away upon the Downs.