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 By that spell the soul transfigured and dilated Puts forth wings that widen, breathes a brightening air, Feeds on light and drinks of music, whence elated All her sense grows godlike, seeing all depths made bare, All the mists wherein before she sat belated Shrink, till now the sunlight knows not if they were; All this earth transformed is Eden recreated, With the breath of heaven remurmuring in her hair.

Sweeter far than aught of sweet that April nurses Deep in dew-dropt woodland folded fast and furled Breathes the fragrant song whose burning dawn disperses Darkness, like the surge of armies backward hurled, Even as though the touch of spring’s own hand, that pierces Earth with life’s delight, had hidden in the impearled Golden bells and buds and petals of his verses All the breath of all the flowers in all the world.