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But more and more he seemed to seek
  My heart: till, dreaming of all this,
I thought one day to hear him speak,
  Or feel, indeed, his sudden kiss
  Bind me to some great unknown bliss:
Then there would stay upon my cheek
  Full many a light and honied stain,
  That told indeed how I had lain
Deep in the flowery banks all day;
  And round me too there would remain
Some strange wood-blossom's scent alway.

'Twas not the bright and fond deceit
  Of that first summer,—whose great bloom
Quite overcame me with its sweet,
  And seemed to fill me and consume
  My very brain with its perfume;—
'Twas no false spell made my heart beat
  With such a joy to be alone
With all the bloom and all the scent:
  It was a thing I dared not own,
  Already whispered there and known,
Already with my whole life blent.