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xx.

The smell of violets, hidden in the green,

⁠Pour'd back into my empty soul and frame
The times when I remember to have been
⁠Joyful and free from blame.

xxi.

And from within me a clear under-tone

⁠Thrill'd thro' mine ears in that unblissful clime:
"Pass freely thro'! the wood is all thine own,
⁠Until the end of time."

xxii.

At length I saw a lady within call,

⁠Stiller than chisell'd marble, standing there;
A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,
⁠And most divinely fair.

xxiii.

Her loveliness with shame and with surprise

⁠Froze my swift speech; she turning on my face
The star-like sorrows of immortal eyes,
⁠Spoke slowly in her place.