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Last night I heard in the wood green and still, / The sweetest music sung by any bird. / I never knew the soul of song, until / Last night I heard.
Pure as life's morning, warm as love first stirred, / Fresh it outpoured our close attent to fill. / Dearest, you were beside me, and your word / Did through the heavenly harmonies distil / The spirit's joy: and grosser sense was blurred. / I never knew the soul of Love, until -- / Last night I heard!