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Seems subduing the whole forest;
Or some distant joyous rite
Draws away each bright-hued chorist:
Then we yield with long delight
Each to each, our souls deep thirsting;
And no sound at all is nigh,
Save from time to time the bursting
Of some fire-fed fruit on high.
Then with sudden overshrouding
Of impenetrable wings,
Comes the darkness and the crowding
Mysteries of the unseen things.
O how happy are we lovers
In weak wanderings hand in hand!—
Whom the immense palm forest covers
In that strange enchanted land;
Whom its thousand sights stupendous
Hold in breathless charmed suspense;
Whom its hidden sounds tremendous
And its throbbing hues intense
