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As when at times there breaks through branches bare / A morning vibrant with the breath of spring, / About this poet-head a splendour rare / Transforms it almost to a mortal thing.
There is as yet no shadow in his glance, / Too cool his temples for the laurel's glow; / But later o'er those marble brows, perchance, / A rose-garden with bushes tall will grow,
And single petals one by one will fall / O'er the still mouth and break its silent thrall, / -- The mouth that trembles with a dawning smile / As though a song were rising there the while.