Leaves earth fulfilled of desires and of dreams that last;

But if any there be that hath sense of them none can say.

For if any there be that hath sight of them, sense, or trust

Made strong by the might of a vision, the strength of a dream,

His lips shall straiten and close as a dead man's must,

His heart shall be sealed as the voice of a frost-bound stream.

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For the deep mid mystery of light and of heat that seem

To clasp and pierce dark earth, and enkindle dust,

Shall a man's faith say what it is? or a man's guess deem?

Sleep lies not heavier on eyes that have watched all night

Than hangs the heat of the noon on the hills and trees.

Why now should the haze not open, and yield to sight

A fairer secret than hope or than slumber sees?

I seek not heaven with submission of lips and knees,

With worship and prayer for a sign till it leap to light:

I gaze on the gods about me, and call on these.

I call on the gods hard by, the divine dim powers

Whose likeness is here at hand, in the breathless air,

In the pulseless peace of the fervid and silent flowers,

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