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XI. SPACE.
O, for a song of unimagined glory,To tell the visible wonders of great Space!
And stand as on a spiritual promontory,
Looking Creation in her holy face;
And with the adoring eye of Poesy
Read the love-secrets there! Holy, all holy,
Is every aspect of the earth and sky;
And all the mighty cloud of melancholy
That from the soul without on that within
Descendeth, to the brainwork of vast dreams
Lends splendid shadowings. O, for deep words,
That, like the music of leaf-hidden birds,
Might even from the listening flowers win
Assent to the great love which in me teems!
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