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/ There lives a goddess in the West, / An island in death-lonesome seas; / No towered towns are hers confessed, / No castled forts and palaces. / Hers, simple worshipers at best, / The buds, the birds, the bees.
/ And she hath wonder-worlds of song / So heavenly beautiful, and shed / So sweetly from her honeyed tongue, / The savage creatures, it is said, / Hark marble-still their wilds among, / And nightingales fall dead.
/ I know her not, nor have I known; / I only feel that she is there; / For when my heart is most alone / There broods communion on the air, / Concedes an influence not its own, / Miraculously fair.
/ Then fain is it to sing and sing, / And then again to fly and fly / Beyond the flight of cloud or wing, / Far under azure arcs of sky. / Its love at her chaste feet to fling, / Behold her face and die.