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\tYour hands lie open in the long fresh grass,–<\/p>\n
\tThe finger-points look through like rosy blooms: <\/p>\n
\tYour eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms<\/p>\n
\t'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. <\/p>\n
\tAll round our nest, far as the eye can pass, <\/p>\n
\tAre golden kingcup-fields with silver edge<\/p>\n
\tWhere the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn hedge.<\/p>\n
\t'Tis Visible silence, still as the hour-glass. <\/p>\n
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\tDeep in the sun- searched growths the dragon-fly<\/p>\n
\tHangs like a blue-thread loosened from the sky; <\/p>\n
\tSo this wing's hour is dropt to us from above. <\/p>\n
\tOh! Clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, <\/p>\n
\tThis close-companioned inarticulate hour<\/p>\n
\tWhen two-fold silence was the song of love.<\/p>\n
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