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XIV.
BACK TO THEE
And now I leave these thoughts—e'en Nature too
I leave, for thou art Nature, and her whole
Delight in thine immeasurable soul
Blossoms: thou art to me the pearly dew
Of morn, and whiter than the rose in hue,—
Thou hast the notes of birds upon thy tongue:
Through thee the immortal cadences have rung:
Thou art the darkling eve; the midday blue.
I leave, for thou art Nature, and her whole
Delight in thine immeasurable soul
Blossoms: thou art to me the pearly dew
Of morn, and whiter than the rose in hue,—
Thou hast the notes of birds upon thy tongue:
Through thee the immortal cadences have rung:
Thou art the darkling eve; the midday blue.
I leave all things for thee—the summer air;
For thou art sweeter, and thy mouth more fair.
I quit the sacred rapture of the night;
Thine hair is deeper, and than stars more bright
Thine eyes: thou keepest all created things
Safe with the safe shield of thy snowy wings.
For thou art sweeter, and thy mouth more fair.
I quit the sacred rapture of the night;
Thine hair is deeper, and than stars more bright
Thine eyes: thou keepest all created things
Safe with the safe shield of thy snowy wings.
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