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Show Magic. An ancient wildwood showed its heart to me, (O Little Wind that brought me what it said!) I went within Its fastness reverently. There lived the silence otherwhere long led . ' i Captive by sound. There the persuading green Took ancient citadels with soundless tread. Was not the opening blue of bud between be-tween Soft solitary leaves a lyric set To airy music of the things they mean? My Jiands were mother tender of the net Of silk they found. My feet were filial . light To loose no dew from the heart violet. The element formed of dissolved night Seemed in the air. A million little minds Kept concert just without the bourne of sight. O . . . and suddenly as morning finds White towers I heard the ancient wood unfold Its rumoring secret piped by little winds. "Behond . . . behold Listen ... to me, to me?" . . . And then it told! ... The whole world, like a bell, heard echoingly That which I lost. I found a faery bed And saw that which the wildwood let me see. (O Little Wind that brought me what it said!) The Forum. |