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Charmed into silence lay / The forest, dimly lit; / No wind that summer day / Moved the least leaf of it;
No choric branches stirred / Its calm profound and deep, / Nor voice of any bird, / But silence dreamed like sleep.
Like dew upon the grass / It fell upon my soul, / Loosed it to soar, and pass / Beyond the stars' control.
Vague memories it woke, / Shapes far too frail for touch; / And then the silence broke, / Lest I should learn too much.