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And round the house a covered way should run
Where horses might be trained.
And sometimes riding, sometimes going afoot
You shall explore, O Soul, the parks of spring;
Your jewelled axles gleaming in the sun
And your yoke inlaid with gold;
Or amid orchises and sandal-trees
Shall walk in the dark woods
O Soul come back and live for these delights!
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