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“Then these,” said Dymer, “were the world I wooed⁠ ⁠…

These were the holiness of lowers and grass

And desolate dews⁠ ⁠… these, the eternal mood

Blowing the eternal theme through men that pass.

I called myself their lover⁠—I that was

Less fit for that long service than the least

Dull, work-day drudge of men or faithful beast.