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<h2> AT THE PLAY </h2>
<p>I felt her fan my shoulder touch to-night.<br/>
Soft act, faint touch, no meaning did it bear<br/>
To any save myself, who felt the air<br/>
Of a new feeling cross my soul’s clear sight.<br/>
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To me what matter that the players played!<br/>
They grew upon the instant like the toys<br/>
Which dance before the sight of idle boys;<br/>
I could not hear the laughter that they made.<br/>
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Swept was I on that breath her hand had drawn,<br/>
Through the dull air, into a mountain-space,<br/>
Where shafts of the bright sun-god interlace,<br/>
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Making the promise of a golden dawn.<br/>
And straightway crying, “O my heart, rejoice!”<br/>
It found its music in my lady’s voice.<br/></p>
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