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As, on a morn, a traveller might emerge / From the deep green seclusion of the hills, / By a cool road through forest and through fern, / Little frequented, winding, followed long / With joyous expectation and day-dreams, / And on a sudden, turning a great rock / Covered with frondage, dark with dripping water, / Behold the seaboard full of surf and sound, / With all the space and glory of the world / Above the burnished silver of the sea, --
Even so it was upon that first spring day / When time, that is a devious path for men, / Led me all lonely to thy door at last; / And all thy splendid beauty, gracious and glad, / (Glad as bright colour, free as wind or air, / And lovelier than racing seas of foam) / Bore sense and soul and mind at once away / To a pure region where the gods might dwell, / Making of me, a vagrant child before, / A servant of joy at Aphrodite's will.