One looked, and having looked he turned away And moved again among the petty men That peopled his small world. On field or fen He caught no beauty, yet that perfect day Earth's glory was too fair for tongue to say Or pen to intimate; it was as when One prays a memory may be spared, and then Enjoins his heart to treasure it alway.
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