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"And do you remember the far green hills;
  Or the long straight path by the side of the stream;
Or the road that led to the farm and the mills,
  And the fields where you oft used to wander or dream
Or follow each change of your childish wills
  Like the dance of some gay sunbeam?"—
Then, alas, from right weeping I could not refrain,
For indeed all those things I remembered again,—
  As of yesterday they did seem.

And I thought of a day in a far lost Spring,
  When the sun with a kiss set the wild flowers free;
When my heart felt the kiss and the shadowy wing
  Of some beautiful spirit of things to be,
Who breathed in the song that the wild birds sing
  Some deep tender meaning for me,—
Who undid a strange spell in the world as it were,
Who set wide sweet whispers abroad in the air,—
  Made a presence I could not see.