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 Hangs silent its exquisite bells;
 And where water wells
The greenness grows greener,
 And bulrushes stand
Round a lily to screen her.

Nevertheless, if this land,
 Like a garden to smell and to sight,
Were turned to a desert of sand;
 Stripped bare of delight,
 All its best gone to worst,
For my feet no repose,
 No water to comfort my thirst,
And heaven like a furnace above,—
 The desert would be
 As gushing of waters to me,
The wilderness be as a rose,
 If it led me to thee,
 O my love.

CONFLUENTS.

AS rivers seek the sea,
 Much more deep than they,
So my soul seeks thee
 Far away:
As running rivers moan
On their course alone,
 So I moan
 Left alone.