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 With a horror of any monstrosity rank in the smile of the sun! But to resume: This lesson, O friend, God grant thou hast long ago learned,— No blossom that springs in our weedy path is small enough to be spurned,— Is it a gold-graven chalice of wine, the cup of thy present delight, Or only an oak-leaf filled from a spring, dripping with diamonds white? Drink thou as if it were proffered of gods, e’en as the draught were thy last,— To-morrow mayhap the water and wine and the sweet strong thirst will have passed! Came a day when Saville saw ’twas over, saw it too cruelly plain, The months that had been a restoring lull ’twixt gusts of repining and pain, As an eglantine scent blown over a brook ’mid dashes of August rain, As the noontide rest of two wayworn gipsies hid in a leafy lane,— For seeking out Kyrle in his room one day she found him asleep in a chair, The westering rays on his handsome face and bronzing the brown of his hair, 74