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[What though I dreamed of mountain heights]
What though I dreamed of mountain heights,
Of peaks, the barriers of the world,
Around whose tops the Northern Lights
And tempests are unfurled!
Of peaks, the barriers of the world,
Around whose tops the Northern Lights
And tempests are unfurled!
Mine are the footpaths leading through
Life's lowly fields and woods,—with rifts,
Above, of heaven's Eden blue,—
By which the violet lifts
Life's lowly fields and woods,—with rifts,
Above, of heaven's Eden blue,—
By which the violet lifts
Its shy appeal; and, holding up
Its chaliced gold, like some wild wine,
Along the hillside, cup on cup,
Blooms bright the celandine.
Its chaliced gold, like some wild wine,
Along the hillside, cup on cup,
Blooms bright the celandine.
Where soft upon each flowering stock
The butterfly spreads damask wings;
And under grassy loam and rock
The cottage cricket sings.
The butterfly spreads damask wings;
And under grassy loam and rock
The cottage cricket sings.
Where overhead eve blooms with fire,
In which the new moon bends her bow,
And, arrow-like, one white star by her
Burns through the afterglow.
In which the new moon bends her bow,
And, arrow-like, one white star by her
Burns through the afterglow.
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I care not, so the sesame
I find; the magic flower there,
Whose touch unseals each mystery
In water, earth, and air.
I find; the magic flower there,
Whose touch unseals each mystery
In water, earth, and air.
That in the oak tree lets me hear
Its heart's deep speech, its soul's dim words;
And to my mind makes crystal clear
The messages of birds.
Its heart's deep speech, its soul's dim words;
And to my mind makes crystal clear
The messages of birds.
Why should I care, who live aloof
Beyond the din of life and dust,
While dreams still share my humble roof,
And love makes sweet my crust.
Beyond the din of life and dust,
While dreams still share my humble roof,
And love makes sweet my crust.
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