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AYLMER’S FIELD.
Show'd here the fairy footings on the grass,The little dells of cowslip, fairy palms,The petty marestail forest, fairy pines,Or from the tiny pitted target blewWhat look'd a flight of fairy arrows aim'dAll at one mark, all hitting: make-believesFor Edith and himself: or else he forged,But that was later, boyish historiesOf battle, bold adventure, dungeon, wreck,Flights, terrors, sudden rescues, and true loveCrown'd after trial; sketches rude and faint,But where a passion yet unborn perhapsLay hidden as the music of the moonSleeps in the plain eggs of the nightingale.And thus together, save for college-timesOr Temple-eaten terms, a couple, fairAs ever painter painted, poet sang,Or Heav'n in lavish bounty moulded, grew.And more and more, the maiden woman-grown,He wasted hours with Averill; there, when first
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