The little feet have left the house,
The little voice is still:
Without, the wan wind-weary boughs;
Within, the will
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The little feet that run to me,
The little hands that strive
To touch me at the heart, and find
The heart in me alive:
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A little island in the river
There is, round which the breezes quiver
Like sweet birds that would stay
A moment on their way,
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Bottom's dream had no bottom; ours may, too,
Have no foundation. We may wake, indeed;
But all seems such a vision, none can say
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Her maiden dreams were redolent of love,
Warm-bosomed as she breathed the passionate air
Of old romance, and did in fancy move
'Mong the gay knights who died for ladies fair;
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Bring me my robes and crown!
I must make a brave end,
Charmian, fitting the renown
Of Antony's friend.
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Flannel-flowers dancing
To the Dawn on the hill-tops ...
The Vision of Spring!
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In the fierce light the butterfly wings free —
So delicate, and yet so fibred to
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Love that art enlargéd
As the sun!
Shine upon the bride-life
Here begun,
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