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No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser1 brightness, For my surrounding air hath a new lightness; Slight are her arms, yet they have bound me straitly And left me cloaked as with a gauze of æther; As with sweet leaves; as with subtle clearness. Oh, I have picked up magic in her nearness To sheathe2 me half in half the things that sheathe her. No, no! Go from me. I have still the flavour, Soft as spring wind that's come from birchen bowers3. Green come the shoots, aye April in the branches, As winter's wound with her sleight4 hand she staunches, Hath of the trees a likeness5 of the savour: As white as their bark, so white this lady's hours. 点击收听单词发音
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