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the invitation.
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Music here from soft-voiced birds,
Wild, pathetic, eager song,
Plaintive as a lute's low chords,
Piercing as a clarion strong.

Here are vines which clasp and fold
Rude, bare boughs with tendrils fine;
Here are fruits of orient gold,
Fountains which like rainbows shine.

Melody and fragrance here,
Opal tints on hill and plain,
Lithe green reeds with lited spear,
Purple grapes 'mid ripening grain.

Beauty's fairest home is here,
Earth baptised in light and dew.
Haste, the summer draweth near!
Haste, where souls are born anew.
  I have called thee, thou wilt come.