smiles in the mottled light of this small wood,
the vision held me frozen where I stood
for slowish minutes, or for rapid hours.
The tiny beauty had tremendous powers
granting me vision of a perfect good
more wonderful than any mighty towers.
It was the child of many gentle showers,
raising the sentiments all beauty should.
Beneath the joyful, gracious, happy light,
there was no recollection of the time
in which I was enchanted in that place,
entrapped by the sweet, unexpected sight
of loveliness caught just at its true prime,
granting that youthful me a perfect grace
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