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Highways to the Heart
When the great spaces of the midnight skyAre bare of clouds and all the stars awake:—
When the east flushes, and the breezes sigh,
And the stars fail, and day begins to break:—
When ocean, your own image, is a world
Of sunlit azure; when on stormy days
The thunderous tumult of its waves is hurled
On walls of rock or sand of sheltered bays:—
When from their winter slumber leaf and bloom
Come forth, responsive to the call of spring:
When mid-May paints laburnum, gorse, and broom
With flame of gold: when the birds pair and sing:—
Then folded to your heart my heart finds rest,
Your purpose self-revealed, your secret guessed.
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