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Edith Nesbit - In Sanctuary
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THE young Spring air was strong like wine, 
    The sky reflected in your eyes 
Was of a blue as deep-divine 
    As ever glowed in southern skies. 


We passed from out the sunny lane 
    Into the green wood`s shadowing; 
And, sudden, all Love`s words seemed vain 
    In that calm temple of the Spring. 


Our god hears fair and tuneful words, 
    And splendid flowers his altars bear; 
With choric song of leaves and birds, 
    Another god was worshipped there. 


Silent, we passed the woodland, through 
    The coloured maze that Springtime weaves-- 
The light leaves dancing to the blue, 
    The sunlight dancing to the leaves; 


I could not speak. I touched your hand 
    At the green arch that ends the wood: 
"Ah--if she should not understand!" 
    Ah--if you had not understood!
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