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/ I. Beautiful-bosomed, O Night, in thy noon / Move with majesty onward! soaring, as lightly / As a singer may soar the notes of an exquisite tune, / The stars and the moon / Through the clerestories high of the heaven, the firmament's halls: / Under whose sapphirine walls, / June, hesperian June, / Robed in divinity wanders. Daily and nightly / The turquoise touch of her robe, that the violets star, / The silvery fall of her feet, that lilies are, / Fill the land with languorous light and perfume. -- / Is it the melody mute of burgeoning leaf and of bloom? / The music of Nature, that silently shapes in the gloom / Immaterial hosts / Of spirits that have the flowers and leaves in their keep, / Whom I hear, whom I hear? / With their sighs of silver and pearl? / Invisible ghosts, -- / Each sigh a shadowy girl, --
/ Who whisper in leaves and glimmer in blossoms and hover / In color and fragrance and loveliness, breathed from the deep / World-soul of the mother, / Nature; who over and over, -- / Both sweetheart and lover, -- / Goes singing her songs from one sweet month to the other.