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42 | In This Our World And falls to new relation over me— I feel the unseen presence of the gods! Songs I O world of green, all shining, shifting! O world of blue, all living, lifting! O world where glassy waters smoothly roll! Fair earth, and heaven free, Ye are but part of me— Ye are my soul! O woman nature, shining, shifting! O woman creature, living, lifting! Come soft and still to one who waits thee here! Fair soul, both mine and free, Ye who are part of me, Appear! Appear! II How could I choose but weep? The poor bird lay asleep; For lack of food, for lack of breath, For lack of life he came to death— How could I choose but weep? How could I choose but smile? There was no lack the while! In bliss he did undo himself; Where life was full he slew himself— How could I choose but smile? Would ye but understand! Joy is on every hand! Ye shut your eyes and call it night, Ye grope and fall in seas of light— Would ye but understand! Heaven Thou bright mirage, that o’er man’s arduous way Hast hung in the hot sky, with fountains streaming, Cool marble domes, and palm-fronds waving, gleaming,— Vision of rest and peace to end the day! Now he is wearied, alone, astray, Spent with long labor, led by thy sweet seeming, Faint as the breath of Nature’s lightest dreaming, Thou waverest and vanishest away! ...

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