The thoughts of each;

Explained to me

The language of the bird and frog and bee,

The messages the streams and rivers take

Unto the sea.{40}

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Alas! Alas!

I have forgot. The dream did from me pass.

I know not e’en the meaning dear and sweet

Of common grass.

And now when I

Roam this strange earth beneath a stranger sky,

Soft syllables of that forgotten speech

Faint as a sigh,

Come back again,

With sweet solicitings that urge like pain,

And brood like love—as full of light and dark

As April rain.

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