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/ Far off a wind blew, and I heard / Wild echoes of the woods reply -- / The herald of some royal word, / With bannered trumpet, blown on high, / Meseemed then passed me by:
/ Who summoned marvels there to meet, / With pomp, upon a cloth of gold; / Where berries of the bittersweet, / That, splitting, showed the coals they hold, / Sowed garnets through the wold: