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Oh the glades where airy sprites and fancies,
Dreams that never had a name, elusive thought,
Stand revealed in the merry light that dances
Across the bronze and marble where they're caught!
Oh the pools! My bubble-domes of pleasure
Thrill and drown in glassy deeps of sunny blue.
Birds and fountains sing and lisp a braided measure,
Moths and poets loiter after honey-dew.
How my loving heart receives you!
Now again I must believe you,

Certain you are true.