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IN A WOOD.
The kindly trees stooped down their heads
And curtseyed as I walked,
While gentle flowers on fragrant beds
Spirit to spirit talked.
The boughs put forth their friendly arms
And music round me made,
To wrap me in their homely charms
And hospitable shade.
Until my sense of space was gone,
And earth appeared to fly,
And all my breast was cradled on
The bosom of green sky.
And curtseyed as I walked,
While gentle flowers on fragrant beds
Spirit to spirit talked.
The boughs put forth their friendly arms
And music round me made,
535
And hospitable shade.
Until my sense of space was gone,
And earth appeared to fly,
And all my breast was cradled on
The bosom of green sky.
I heard the humming of the springs
And axles of the globe,
The solemn march and murmurings
Beneath the swelling robe.
And tingling to each tiny point,
The pulse of living Law
Armed every vein and mystic joint
With dear delicious awe.
And in the shadow of a dream
I softly seemed to float,
Adown the shadow of a stream
Within an emerald boat.
And axles of the globe,
The solemn march and murmurings
Beneath the swelling robe.
And tingling to each tiny point,
The pulse of living Law
Armed every vein and mystic joint
With dear delicious awe.
And in the shadow of a dream
I softly seemed to float,
Adown the shadow of a stream
Within an emerald boat.
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