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The child pursuing lizards in the grass, / The sage, who deep in central nature delves, / The preacher watching for the evil hour to pass, / All these are souls that fly from their dread selves.
The squirrel yonder, hushed and wise / Forswears his wandering 'mong the pine, / And wherefore, then, should thy grey eyes / Wander away from mine?
The talking winds have found their home, / Eve-soothed in some far leafy rest, / And wherefore should thy bright brow roam / Madonna from my breast?
A little while and -- red eve dies --
Our love shall be of yesterday, / Ah, let us kiss each other's eyes, / And laugh our love away.
"I laughed upon the lips of Sophocles, / I go as soft as folly; I am Fate."
This heard I where among the apple trees, / Wild indolence and music have no date.