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FOUNTAINS
That wild rose blossom
In sunlight or moonlight,
A fountain of its own beauty,
From hollow to height
Casts up its winged airy petals—
Transfigured light.
In sunlight or moonlight,
A fountain of its own beauty,
From hollow to height
Casts up its winged airy petals—
Transfigured light.
It shapes its delicate images
In light that all may see,
East, west, on height, in hollow,
Wherever eyes may be,
The vain lovely prodigal
Will give itself to thee.
In light that all may see,
East, west, on height, in hollow,
Wherever eyes may be,
The vain lovely prodigal
Will give itself to thee.
O'er every bloom a nimbus
Of its own beauty rayed.
None by another's glory
Was cast into the shade.
It seemed the hollow of heaven
For each alone was made.
Of its own beauty rayed.
None by another's glory
Was cast into the shade.
It seemed the hollow of heaven
For each alone was made.
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Wonder! wonder! wonder!
I saw in vision there
Myriads of fairy fountains
That cast upon the air
Their foam of phantom blossoms,
Upon the mystic air.
I saw in vision there
Myriads of fairy fountains
That cast upon the air
Their foam of phantom blossoms,
Upon the mystic air.
What could that light so laden
Be but the thought of One
That to the heaven of heavens
Can in an instant run,
Bearing that myriad beauty
Wider than moon or sun!
Be but the thought of One
That to the heaven of heavens
Can in an instant run,
Bearing that myriad beauty
Wider than moon or sun!
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