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 —What now is left for pain or fear? That Presence, dearer and more dear, Did now a very gladness yield At morning to the dewy field, While they side by side were straying, And the Shepherd’s pipe was playing; And with a deeper peace endued The hour of moonlight solitude.

With her Companion, in such frame Of mind, to Rylstone back she came,— And, wandering through the wasted groves, Received the memory of old Loves, Undisturbed and undistrest, Into a soul which now was blest With a soft spring-day of holy, Mild, delicious melancholy: Not sunless gloom or unenlightened, But by tender fancies brightened.