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AYLMER’S FIELD.
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Edith, whose pensive beauty, perfect else,But subject to the season or the mood,Shone like a mystic star between the lessAnd greater glory varying to and fro,We know not wherefore; bounteously made,And yet so finely, that a troublous touchThinn'd, or would seem to thin her in a day,A joyous to dilate, as toward the light.And these had been together from the first.Leolin's first nurse was, five years after, hers:So much the boy foreran; but when his dateDoubled her own, for want of playmates, he(Since Averill was a decad and a halfHis elder, and their parents underground)Had tost his ball and flown his kite, and roll'dHis hoop to pleasure Edith, with her diptAgainst the rush of the air in the prone swing,Made blossom-ball or daisy-chain, arrangedHer garden, sow'd her name and kept it greenIn living letters, told her fairy-tales,
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