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JVLY
Now
is the greenwood all a sanctuary,
Dim-lighted, faint with incense, whispering
With sighs; the columned aisles are solitary,
And all the choristers have left to sing.
Dim-lighted, faint with incense, whispering
With sighs; the columned aisles are solitary,
And all the choristers have left to sing.
O paths of peace no worldling may discover!
Now comes no sportsman, nor bird-nesting boy,
Nor primrose-raider. Nature waits her lover
Alone nor of her inmost heart is coy.
Now comes no sportsman, nor bird-nesting boy,
Nor primrose-raider. Nature waits her lover
Alone nor of her inmost heart is coy.
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