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Queen Spring
I met Queen Spring in the Hanger
That slopes to the river gray;
Yestreen the thrushes sang her,
But she came herself to-day.
That slopes to the river gray;
Yestreen the thrushes sang her,
But she came herself to-day.
She is fair as a mortal maiden;
But all I saw was the clouds
With a new refulgence laden
As they drifted by in crowds.
But all I saw was the clouds
With a new refulgence laden
As they drifted by in crowds.
Her voice is sweet as a viol;
But all I heard was the song
Of the blackbird making trial
If yet his notes were strong.
But all I heard was the song
Of the blackbird making trial
If yet his notes were strong.
Her touch is soft as the water;
But all I felt was the kiss
Of the warm South wind that had brought her
On those wide wings of his.
But all I felt was the kiss
Of the warm South wind that had brought her
On those wide wings of his.
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Her breath is sweet as the showers;
But all I caught was the scent
Of her sacred primrose flowers
Flinging incense where she went.
But all I caught was the scent
Of her sacred primrose flowers
Flinging incense where she went.
For so do the things diviner
Come within human ken,
Through some perception finer
Than the fivefold senses of men.
Come within human ken,
Through some perception finer
Than the fivefold senses of men.
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