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/ In the frail hepaticas, -- / That the early Springtide tossed, / Sapphire-like, along the ways / Of the woodlands that she crossed, -- / I behold, with other eyes, / Footprints of a dream that flies.
/ One who leads me; whom I seek: / In whose loveliness there is / All the glamour that the Greek / Knew as wind-borne Artemis. -- / I am mortal. Woe is me! / Her sweet immortality!
/ Spirit, must I always fare, / Following thy averted looks? / Now thy white arm, now thy hair, / Glimpsed among the trees and brooks? / Thou who hauntest, whispering, / All the slopes and vales of Spring.
/ Cease to lure! or grant to me / All thy beauty! though it pain, / Slay with splendor utterly! / Flash revealment on my brain! / And one moment let me see / All thy immortality!