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AS I DID ROVE
As I did rove in blinded night,
Raying the sward, in slender ring,
A cirque I saw whose crystal light
Tranced my despair with glittering.
Slender its gold. In hues of dream
Its jewels burned, smiting my eyes,
Like wings that flit about the stream
That waters Paradise.
Sorrow broke in my heart to see
A thing so lovely; and I heard
Cry from its dark security
A ’wildered bird.
