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Less of the flesh with the Past pining near it?

Is there a joy like this?

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 Leaving the garden for the lane. He, with lightness of heart.

We will leave reason,

Sweet, for a season;

Reason were treason

Now that the nether

Spaces are clad, oh,

In silvery shadow—

We will be glad, oh,

Glad as this weather!

 She, responding to his mood:

Heart unto heart, where the moonlight is slanted,

Let us believe that our souls are enchanted:—

I in the castle-keep; you are the airy

Prince who comes seeking me; Love is the Fairy

Bringing our hearts together.

HE

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