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A FABLE.
Or like this blast, whose loud fiend-festival
   My heart's blood freezes,

I will not fear thee. If thou safely keep
   My soul, God's giving,
And my soul's soul, I, wakening from death-sleep,
   Shall first know living.


A FABLE.
SILENT and sunny was the way
  Where Youth and I danced on together:
So winding and embowered o'er,
We could not see one rood before.
Nevertheless all merrily
We bounded onward, Youth and I,
  Leashed closely in a silken tether:
   (Well-a -day, well-a -day!)
Ah Youth, ah Youth, but I would fain
See thy sweet foolish face again!

It came to pass, one morn of May,
  All in a swoon of golden weather,
That I through green leaves fluttering
Saw Joy uprise on Psyche wing: