Fairy rings on floors of moss;

Over rocks of weathered grey

Tapestries of wild rose lay;

Here the forest’s magic spells

Hung on dappled foxglove bells;

Here the dreams of twilight pale,

Stealing out to golden light,

Shaped themselves in petals frail

Clothed themselves in blossoms white.

Not within the golden dell

Could we rest:—the wild and lone{30}

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Laid on us a stronger spell,

Called us to a world unknown.

Down untrodden paths would break

Gleams remote, that still foretold

New discoveries to make,

Always greater than the old.

There, beyond us, never gained,

Lay the regions of our quest,

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