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/ I remember, when a child, / How within the April wild / Once I walked with Mystery / In the groves of Arcady. / Through the boughs, before, behind, / Swept the mantle of the wind, / Thunderous and unconfined.
/ Overhead the curving moon / Pierced the twilight: a cocoon, / Golden, big with unborn wings -- / Beauty, shaping spiritual things, / Vague, impatient of the night, / Eager for its heavenward flight / Out of darkness into light.