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Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass, — 
The finger-points look through like rosy blooms: 
Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms 
‘Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass. 
All round our nest, far as the eye can pass, 
Are golden kingcup-fields with silver edge 
Where the cow-parsley skirts the hawthorn-hedge. 
‘Tis visible silence, still as the hour-glass. 

Deep in the sun-searched growths the dragon-fly 
Hangs like a blue thread loosened from the sky: — 
So this wing’d hour is dropt to us from above. 
Oh! clasp we to our hearts, for deathless dower, 
This close-companioned inarticulate hour 
When twofold silence was the song of love.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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