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WITH caws and chirrupings, the woods / In this thin sun rejoice.
The Psalm seems but the little kirk / That sings with its own voice.
The cloud-rifts share their amber light / With the surface of the mere- / I think the very stones are glad / To feel each other near.
Once more my whole heart leaps and swells / And gushes o'er with glee; / The fingers of the sun and shade / Touch music stops in me.
Now fancy paints that bygone day / When you were here, my fair- / The whole lake rang with rapid skates / In the windless winter air.
You leaned to me, I leaned to you, / Our course was smooth as flight- / We steered-a heel-touch to the left, / A heel-touch to the right.
We swung our way through flying men, / Your hand lay fast in mine: / We saw the shifting crowd dispart, / The level ice-reach shine.
I swear by yon swan-travelled lake, / By yon calm hill above, / I swear had we been drowned that day / We had been drowned in love.