And space, in her black valleys,

Joined in the conflict too.

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The clouds were jellied amber;

The crickets in the grass

Blew pipe and hammered tabor,

And laughed to see me pass.

The cows down in the pasture,

The mowers in the field,

The birds that sang in heaven,

Their happiness revealed.

My heart was light and joyful,

I could not answer why;

And I thought that it was better

Always to smile than sigh.

How could I hope to meet her

Whom most I wished to meet?

If always I had lost her,

Then life were incomplete.

The road ran o'er a brooklet;

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