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EARTH SPIRIT

O dark holy magic,
To steal out at dawn,
To dip face and feet in grasses
The dew trembles on,
Ere its might of spirit healing
Be broken by the dawn.
O to reel drunken
On the heady dew,
To know again the virgin wonder
That boyhood knew,
While words run to music, giving voices
To the voiceless dew.
They will make, those dawn-wandering
Lights and airs,
The bowed worshipping spirit
To shine like theirs,
They will give to thy lips an aeolian
Music like theirs.