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/ I. There is a field, that leans upon two hills, / Foamed o'er of flowers and twinkling with clear rills; / That in its girdle of wild acres bears / The anodyne of rest that cures all cares; / Wherein soft wind and sun and sound are blent / With fragrance -- as in some old instrument / Sweet chords; -- calm things, that Nature's magic spell / Distills from Heaven's azure crucible, / And pours on Earth to make the sick mind well. / There lies the path, they say -- / Come away! come away!
/ II. There is a forest, lying 'twixt two streams, / Sung through of birds and haunted of dim dreams; / That in its league-long hand of trunk and leaf / Lifts a green wand that charms away all grief; / Wrought of quaint silence and the stealth of things, / Vague, whispering' touches, gleams and twitterings, / Dews and cool shadows -- that the mystic soul / Of Nature permeates with suave control, / And waves o'er Earth to make the sad heart whole. / There lies the road, they say -- / Come away! come away!