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I fly like a bird to my home that lies / Far in the west, by a fair green hollow. / The straight, fine, meadow-line runs with the skies: / A clear horizon for sight to follow, / To leave, then rest where the zenith's blue, / Blue of the bluest, like my love's eyes!
I leave the noise of the busy mart; / The small stream's mouth with its shining shallows; / I go with its going; till here, apart, / Hid by rushes and low white mallows, / Hushed in its singing it lieth deep -- / Deep of the deepest, like my love's heart!
I will sleep and dream while the shadows move / And the slant of the sunlight falleth yellow. / I will wake to the note of the greenwood dove / As it calleth low to its distant fellow: -- / Where life of the fields and the woods is pure, / Pure of the purest, like my love's love!