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/ A sense of sadness in the golden air; / A pensiveness, that has no part in care, / As if the Season, by some woodland pool, / Braiding the early blossoms in her hair, / Seeing her loveliness reflected there, / Had sighed to find herself so beautiful.
/ A breathlessness; a feeling as of fear; / Holy and dim, as of a mystery near, / As if the World, about us, whispering went / With lifted finger and hand-hollowed ear, / Hearkening a music, that we cannot hear, / Haunting the quickening earth and firmament.
/ A prescience of the soul that has no name; / Expectancy that is both wild and tame, / As if the Earth, from out its azure ring / Of heavens, looked to see, as white as flame, -- / As Perseus once to chained Andromeda came, -- / The swift, divine revealment of the Spring.