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“So far was well. But then came emerald birds

Singing about my head. I took my way

Sauntering the cloistered woods. Then came the herds,

The roebuck and the fallow deer at play,

Trooping to nose my hand. All this, you say,

Was sweet? Oh, sweet!⁠ ⁠… do you think I could not see

That beats and wood were nothing else but me?