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IN SANCTUARY
The young Spring air was strong like wine,
The sky reflected in your eyes
Was of a blue as deep-divine
As ever glowed in southern skies.
The sky reflected in your eyes
Was of a blue as deep-divine
As ever glowed in southern skies.
We passed from out the sunny lane
Into the green wood's shadowing;
And, sudden, all Love's words seemed vain
In that calm temple of the Spring.
Into the green wood's shadowing;
And, sudden, all Love's words seemed vain
In that calm temple of the Spring.
Our god hears fair and tuneful words,
And splendid flowers his altars bear;
With choric song of leaves and birds,
Another god was worshipped there.
And splendid flowers his altars bear;
With choric song of leaves and birds,
Another god was worshipped there.
Silent, we passed the woodland, through
The coloured maze that Springtime weaves—
The light leaves dancing to the blue,
The sunlight dancing to the leaves;
The coloured maze that Springtime weaves—
The light leaves dancing to the blue,
The sunlight dancing to the leaves;
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I could not speak. I touched your hand
At the green arch that ends the wood:
“Ah—if she should not understand!”
Ah—if you had not understood!
At the green arch that ends the wood:
“Ah—if she should not understand!”
Ah—if you had not understood!
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