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From "Wild Thorn and Lily"
/ Among the white haw-blossoms, where the creek / Droned under drifts of dogwood and of haw, / The redbird, like a crimson blossom blown / Against the snow-white bosom of the Spring, / The chaste confusion of her lawny breast, / Sang on, prophetic of serener days, / As confident as June's completer hours. / And I stood listening like a hind, who hears / A wood nymph breathing in a forest flute / Among the beech-boles of myth-haunted ways: / And when it ceased, the memory of the air / Blew like a syrinx in my brain: I made / A lyric of the notes that men might know: