XXVIII
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In
the cool of dawn I rose;
Life lay there from hill to hill
In the core of a blue pearl,
As it seemed, so deep and still.
Not
a word the mountains said
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Of
the day that was to be,
As I crossed them, till you came
At the sunrise back with me.
Then
we heard the whitethroat sing,
And the world was left behind.
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A
new paradise arose
Out of his untarnished mind.
The
brown road lay through the wood,
And the forest floor was spread
For our footing with the fern,
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the cornel berries red.
There the woodland rivers sang;
Not a sorrow touched their glee,
Dancing up the yellow sun,
From the purple mountain sea.
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Towns and turbulence and fame
Were as fabled things that lay
Through the gateway of the notch,
Long ago and far away.
There we loitered and went on,
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Where
the roadside berries grew;
Earth with all its joy once more
Was made over for us two.
And at last a meaning filled
The round morning fair and good,
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Waited
for a thousand years,
There was no more solitude.
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