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 ’Gainst the blue shadowless sky. And as they went Up the broad steps, link’d hand in hand, the twain Laugh’d, because life was grown so beautiful, But spake not. Then a damsel took her lyre, And sang, more sweet than any bird that sings Within the garden at the dawn of day:

Sunbeams, sparkling on the sea, Sunbeams on the summer sea, Are sad tears compared with thee, Tears, compared with thee, Love! Also they must die with day, Dull the sea must grow, and grey,— Thou, once born, wilt live for aye, Thou wilt live for aye, Love!

Fair pink blossoms on the tree, Almond-blossoms on the tree,