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First Line: Lonely in the light of morning


LONELY in the light of morning,
1
In the Forest's gladed stillness,
Lonely in the light of morning ,
Exiled from the flowery meadows,
In the Forest's gladed stillness,
Exiled from the flowery meadows,
Trembling stand three delicate hairbells.
Trembling stand three delicate hairbells.




Pale, forsaken of your kindred.
2
Wherefore, like estrays of azure
Lured by forest-pools from heaven,
Pale, forsaken of your kindred,
Wherefore, like estrays of azure
Lurk ye here, ye tremulous hairbells?
Lured by forest-pools from heaven,

Lurk ye here, ye tremulous hairbells?


In the footsteps of the morning.

Lonely wandering in the wildwood,
3
I alone have seen the vision
In the footsteps of the morning,
Of your solitary beauty;
Lonely wandering in the wildwood,

I alone have seen the vision

Of your solitary beauty;
And I know not why ye haunt me
Like familiar things, j'et strangely,


With dim, ghostlike sense of strangeness,
4
Mystify this shadowy woodland.

And I know not why ye haunt me
Like familiar things, yet strangely,

With dim, ghostlike sense of strangeness,
In the footsteps of the morning.
Through forgotten fields of dreamland
Mystify this shadowy woodland.
Wandering, have my lonely footsteps

Stirred, long since, this virgin stillness?


5

In the footsteps of the morning,
Through forgotten fields of dreamland
Do these dew-dimmed branches know me?
Or these crags and shadowy places?
Wandering, have my lonely footsteps
What embalmed enchantment breathe I,
Stirred, long since, this virgin stillness?
That enraptures and affrights me?




6
Do these dew-dimmed branches know me?
Witchlike, sphynxlike, dumb for ever,
Hang their heads, those desolate harebells;
Or these crags and shadowy places?
What embalmed enchantment breathe I,
Some mysterious past concealing,
Some mysterious fate foreboding.
That enraptures and affrights me?




7
Witchlike, sphynxlike, dumb for ever,
Hang their heads, those desolate hairbells;
Some mysterious past concealing,
Some mysterious fate foreboding.






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