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Nature
Nature, my love for thee is deeper farThan strength of words though spirit-born can tell;
For while I gaze they seem my soul to bar,
That in thy widening streams would onward swell
Bearing thy mirrored beauty on my breast;
Now through thy lonely haunts unseen to glide,
A motion that scarce knows itself from rest,
With pictured flowers and branches on its tide;
Then by the noisy city's frowning wall,
Whose armed heights within its waters gleam,
To rush with answering voice to ocean's call
And mingle with the deep its swoln stream;
Whose boundless bosom's calm alone can hold
That heaven of glory in thy skies unrolled.
Poem No. 348; c. 29 July 1837
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