You can't understand the wonderful words

Or magical kisses that changed two lives!

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What is Nature made for? is it for us

The beautiful world is burnish'd and blent?

If we had not eyes, would blossoms shine thus?

If we had not nostrils, would they have scent?

I heard a philosopher say—in isles

Surrounded by ocean, apart, alone,

With no living creature to reckon miles,

Wherein life had never been born or known,

That the clouds with electric flash may meet,

And thunder may rattle its dreadful breath,

Yet never a sound break the rest complete,

Or the silence of this eternal death;

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That the fierce storm-wind may bluster and blow,

Tearing the trees from the root-broken ground,

Or the wild sea-surf may leap and may flow

In solemn silence with never a sound.

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