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Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp.  The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse.  1922.
May, 1840
By Hartley Coleridge (1796–1849)
A LOVELY morn, so still, so very still,
  It hardly seems a growing day of Spring,
  Though all the odorous buds are blossoming,
And the small matin birds were glad and shrill
Some hours ago; but now the woodland rill        5
  Murmurs along, the only vocal thing,
  Save when the wee wren flits with stealthy wing,
And cons by fits and bits her evening trill.
Lovers might sit on such a morn as this
  An hour together, looking at the sky,        10
Nor dare to break the silence with a kiss,
  Long listening for the signal of a sigh;
And the sweet Nun, diffused in voiceless prayer,
Feel her own soul through all the brooding air.

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