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 Where the sward surrounds the brake With a lucid, glassy lake, Where the ample glades extend Until clouds and foliage blend; Where whoever turneth may See the city and the bay, And, beyond, the broad sea bright, League on league of slanting light; Where the moist blue shadows sleep In the sacred forest deep.

Suddenly the foremost pause, Ere the rear discern a cause; Loiterers press up row on row, All the mass heaves to and fro; All seem murmuring in one strain, All seem hearkening fixed and fain: Silence, and the lifted light Of countless faces gazing white.

Four broad beech-trees, great of bole, Crowned the green, smooth- swelling knoll; There She leant, the glorious form Dazzling with its beauty warm, Naked as the sun of noon, Naked as the midnight moon: