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Out of the purple treasuries of night / Came the dark wind of evening silver-starred -- / Stirred on his cheek. The forest keeping ward / Breathed with a tremulous silence, and the bright, / Bare moon crowned his adoring brow with light.
The exquisite dream of beauty held him hard / In a great love, a forest love, unmarred -- / Still unprofaned -- by human nature's sight.