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Before this generous time / Of Love in morning prime, / He had long season stood / Bound in a nightmare mood / Of dense murk, rarely lit / By Jack-o'-Lanthorn's flit / And straightway smothered spark / Of beasts' eyes in the dark, / Mourning with sense adrift, / Tears rolling swift. / With o, for Sun to blaze / Drying the cobweb-maze / Dew-sagged upon the corn, / With o, for flowering thorn, / For fly and butterfly, / For pigeons in the sky, / For robin and thrush, / For the long bulrush, / For cherry under the leaf, / For an end to grief, / For joy in steadfastness.
Then through his distress / And clouded vision came / An unknown gradual flame / By silent hands controlled, / Pale at first and cold, / Like wizard's lily-bloom / Conjured from the gloom, / Like torch of glow-worm seen / Through grasses shining green / By children half in fright, / Or Christmas candlelight / Flung on the outer snow, / Or tinsel stars that show / Their evening glory / With sheen of fairy story.