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Oh, what a soft enchantment filled
  The lonely paths and places dim!
It was as though the whole wood thrilled,
  And a dumb joy, because of him,
  Weighed down the lilies tall and slim,
And made the roses blush, and stilled
The great wild voices in half fear:
  It was as though his smile did hold
  All things in trances manifold;
And in each place as he drew near
  The leaves were touched and turned to gold.

And well I seemed to know, the while,
  It was for me and for my sake,
He wrought that magic with his smile,
  And set the unseen spells to make
  The lonely ways I loved to take
So full of sweetness, to beguile
My heart and keep me there for hours;
  And sometimes I was sure he lay
Beside me hid among the flowers,
  Or climbed above me, and in play
Shook down the white tree-bloom in showers.