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Walking with a virgin heart / The green hills of May, / Me, the Wind, she took as lover / By her side to play.
Let me toss her untied hair, / Let me shake her gown, / Careless though the daisies redden, / Though the Sun frown.
Scorning in her gay courage / Lesser love than this, / My cool spiritual embracing, / My gentle kiss.
So she walked, the proud lady, / So danced or ran, / So she loved with a calm heart, / Neglecting man.
Fade, fail, innocent stars / On the green of May; / She has left our bournes for ever, / Too fine to stay.