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'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.

All round our nest, far as the eye can pass,

Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge

Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge.

'Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass.

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly

Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: ――

So this wing'd hour is dropt to us from above.

Oh ! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower

This close companioned inarticulate hour

When twofold silence was the song of love.”