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BEFORE THE DULWICH GALLERY.
O cherry-tree, in my hush'd thoughts still whiteAs when we saw your sweet snows in the sun!
Bless God! the joy of beauty's but begun
When the eye sees it; bright and yet more bright,
It shines for ever in the memory's sight,
With gathering loveliness from fancy won;
Therefore is beauty's value summ'd by none,
Its priceless endlessness of new delight.
Friends, as you speed across the summer sea,
Golden beneath the glory of the day,
Or silver'd by the night, that tree shall be
A haunting gladness which will not away;
There in your thought 'twill bloom eternally,
An endless memory of our hours of May.
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