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Rh 'T was then thou stood'st, and with one hand didst shield

Thy sun-dazed eyes, and, flinging the other free,

Spurned from thee that white blossom utterly.

But, Love, the immortal cannot so be killed.

The generations shall behold thee stand

Against that western glow in grass dew-wet—

Lord of my life, and lady of the land.

Nor maid nor lover shall the world forget,

Nor that disdainful wafture of thy hand.

Thou scornful! sun and flower shall find thee yet.

XIV—SONG

XV—LISTENING TO MUSIC

on that joyful sea

Where billow on billow breaks; where swift waves follow

Waves, and hollow calls to hollow;

Where sea-birds swirl and swing,