Lyrics of Earth
What sayest thou, Oh shadow,

That from the dreaming hill

All down the broadening valley

Liest so sharp and still?

And thou, Oh murmuring brooklet,

Whereby in the noonday gleam

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The loosestrife burns like ruby,

And the branchèd asters dream?

"We are born, we are reared, and we linger

A various space and die;

We dream and are very happy,

But we cannot answer why."

And then of myself I questioned,

That like a ghost the while

Stood from me and calmly answered,

With slow and curious smile:

"Thou art born as the flowers, and wilt linger

Thine own short space and die;

Thou dream'st and art strangely happy,


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