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Down a warm alley, early in the year, / Among the woods, with all the sunshine in / And all the winds outside it, I begin / To think that something gracious will appear, / If anything of grace inhabit here, / Or there be friendship in the woods to win.
Might one but find companions more akin / To trees and grass and happy daylight clear, / And in this wood spend one long hour at home!
The fairies do not love so bright a place, / And angels to the forest never come, / But I have dreamed of some harmonious race, / The kindred of the shapes that haunt the shore / Of Music's flow and flow for evermore.