THE TALE OF ARCHAIS 
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That these woods build me ;  hold my trembling 
hand, 
Teach me to love ;  I do not understand.” 
He clasped her to him, but no word might say, 
And led her from the pool a little way, 
And there he laid her on the flowery mead, 
And watched her weeping.  His forgotten reed 
Floated away, a ship for fairy folk, 
Along the limpid rivulet.  Then broke 
From smitten heart and ravished lips the tongue 
Of fire that clad its essence with the robe of song. 
 
SONG OF CHARICLES 
 
O fountains of pale sapphire, and clear green, 
O hills of purple, and ye olive vales, 
Being music to my wing, and echo seen 
Of no man being, for now my spirit fails 
To shrill its clearest notes, and golden gales 
Of sound, and breezes of delighted sighs. 
Bring music, hear me chant the world that is, 
And how Love’s ambush in all nature lies, 
And I will tell how for one eager kiss 
My soul is fain to forget Paradise 
In Archais.