So dim the place, so blest.
One had not wondered
Had Dian's mooned breast
The deep leaves sundered,
And there on them awhile
The goddess deigned to smile.
While down some forest aisle
The far hunt thundered.
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I deem that hour perchance
Was but a mirror
To show them Earth's romance
And draw them nearer:
A mirror where, meseems.
All that this Earth-life dreams,
All loveliness that gleams,
Their souls saw clearer.