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Seemed from some paradise, and wet
As with an angel's tears, and each
Gave forth some long perfume to let
No man forget.
A new delicious music erred
For ever through the devious ways
Tangled with blooming of each word;
As though in that enchanted maze
Some sweet and most celestial bird
Were caught, and, hid from every gaze,
Did there pour forth such song as stirred
All men who heard.
Before him was perpetual birth
Of flowers whereof, aye, more and more,
The world begetteth a sad dearth;
And those rare balms man searcheth for,
Fair ecstasy, and the soul's mirth:
Half grudgingly the angels bore
That one should waste on a lost earth
Things of such worth.
