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XVI.
The infant year with infant freak
Intent to dazzle and surprise,
Played with us long at hide and seek,
Turned on us now, now veiled her eyes.
Intent to dazzle and surprise,
Played with us long at hide and seek,
Turned on us now, now veiled her eyes.
Between the pines for ever green
And boughs by April half attired
She glanced; then sang, once more unseen,
‘The unbeheld is more desired.’
And boughs by April half attired
She glanced; then sang, once more unseen,
‘The unbeheld is more desired.’
With footsteps vague, and hard to trace,
She crept from whitening bower to bower;
Now bent from heaven her golden face
Now veiled her radiance in a shower.
She crept from whitening bower to bower;
Now bent from heaven her golden face
Now veiled her radiance in a shower.
Like genial hopes and thoughts devout
That touch some sceptic soul forlorn,
And herald clearer faith, and rout
The night, and antedate the morn,
That touch some sceptic soul forlorn,
And herald clearer faith, and rout
The night, and antedate the morn,
Her gifts. But thou, all-beauteous May,
Art come at last. O! with thee bring
Hearts pure as thine with thee to play,
And own the consummated spring.
Art come at last. O! with thee bring
Hearts pure as thine with thee to play,
And own the consummated spring.
To hands by deeds unblest defiled
In vain the whiteness of thy thorn!
Proud souls, where lurks no more the child.
For them thy violet is unborn!
In vain the whiteness of thy thorn!
Proud souls, where lurks no more the child.
For them thy violet is unborn!
For breasts that know nor joy nor hope
Thy songstress sings an idle strain:
Thy golden-domed laburnums drop
O'er loveless hearts their bowers in vain.
Thy songstress sings an idle strain:
Thy golden-domed laburnums drop
O'er loveless hearts their bowers in vain.
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