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AYLMER’S FIELD.
Flash into fiery life from nothing, followSuch dear familiarities of dawn?Seldom, but when he does, Master of all.
 So these young hearts not knowing that they loved,Not she at least, nor conscious of a barBetween them, nor by plight or broken ringBound, but an immemorial intimacy,Wander'd at will, but oft accompaniedBy Averill: his, a brother's love, that hungWith wings of brooding shelter o'er her peace,Might have been other, save for Leolin's—Who knows? but so they wander'd, hour by hourGather'd the blossom that rebloom'd, and drankThe magic cup that fill'd itself anew.
 A whisper half reveal'd her to herself.For out beyond her lodges, where the brookVocal, with here and there a silence, ranBy sallowy rims, arose the labourers' homes,
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