Drinking all the golden rain—

Drinks and yields it back again.

Seeing present not the last—

Nay 'tis older than the past.

Beaten outward by the waves?

Where an image still enslaves.

[Pg 43]

With an atom of the soul;

Racing from what goal to goal?

Numbered by their vanished race;

Launching systems unto Space.

Faint with seeing, and the seen

For the rainfalls iris sheen.

For a vision or a sound—

How and whence, or whither bound.

Songs across the blue clad hills

Where the mirror fills and fills.

Magic strains and elfin horns,

Greater than the olden morns.

Where the souls of song are tryst

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