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THE POETY © 
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Over the gleam of the 

The unseen clouds of the dew, which lie 
Like fire in the flowers till the sun rides high, 
‘Then wander like spirits among the spheres, 
Each cloud faint with the fragrance it bears ; 
The quivering vapours of dim noon-tide, 
Which like a sea o’er the warm earth glide, 
In which every sound, and odour, and beam. 
Move, asreedsinasingle stream;  . 
Each and all like ministering angels were 
For the sensitive plant sweet joy to bear, 
Whilst the lagging hours of the day went by 
Like windless clouds o’er a tender sky. 
And when evening descended from heaven a'yove 
And the earth was all rest, and the air was al! 
love, 
And delight, though less bright, was far more 
deep, 
And the day’s veil fell from the world of sleep; 
And the beasts and the birds, and t 
were drown’d 


f dreams wi.hout a sound; 



















