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Edith Nesbit - Inspiration
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I WANDERED in the enchanted wood, 
    And as I wandered there, I sang 
A song I never understood, 
    Though sweet the music rang. 


I held a lily white and fair, 
    Its perfume was a song divine, 
A song like moonlight and clear air, 
    No rose-hued cloud like mine. 


Beneath pale moon and wind-winged skies 
    My lips were dumb as one drew near, 
Folded warm wings across my eyes 
    And whispered in my ear. 


He left a flame-flower in my hand, 
    And bade me sing as heretofore 
The song I could not understand; 
    But I can sing no more. 


His secret seals my dumb lips fast, 
    My lily withered `neath his wing; 
But now I understand at last 
    The song I used to sing.
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