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There is a morn by men unseen -- Whose maids upon remoter green Keep their Seraphic May -- And all day long, with dance and game, And gambol1 I may never name -- Employ their holiday. Here to light measure, move the feet Which walk no more the village street -- Nor by the wood are found -- Here are the birds that sought the sun When last year's distaff idle hung And summer's brows were bound. Ne'er saw I such a wondrous2 scene -- Ne'er such a ring on such a green -- Nor so serene3 array -- As if the stars some summer night Should swing their cups of Chrysolite -- And revel4 till the day -- Like thee to dance -- like thee to sing -- People upon the mystic green -- I ask, each new May Morn. I wait thy far, fantastic bells -- Unto the different dawn! 点击  收听单词发音
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