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Yet full of music; whispers such as are What love should ever speak in, soft yet deep, As jealous even that the air should share In the delicious feeling. And around, All seemed the home and atmosphere of love: The air sweet with the woodbine and the rose; The rich red light of evening; the far sea, So still, so calm; the vale, with its corn-fields Shooting their green spears 'mid the scarlet banners Of the wild poppies; meadows with the hay Scattered in fragrance, clover yet uncut. And in the distance a small wood, where oaks And elms threw giant shadows; and a river Winding, now hidden and now visible, Till close beside their bower it held its course, And fed a little waterfall, the harp