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Love, let the wind cry / On the dark mountain, / Bending the ash-trees / And the tall hemlocks, / With the great voice of / Thunderous legions, / How I adore thee.
Let the hoarse torrent / In the blue canyon, / Murmuring mightily / Out of the grey mist / Of primal chaos, / Cease not proclaiming / How I adore thee.
Let the long rhythm / Of crunching rollers, / Breaking and bellowing / On the white seaboard, / Titan and tireless, / Tell, while the world stands, / How I adore thee.
Love, let the clear call / Of the tree-cricket, / Frailest of creatures, / Green as the young grass, / Mark with his trilling / Resonant bell-note, / How I adore thee.
Let the glad lark-song / Over the meadow, / That melting lyric / Of molten silver, / Be for a signal / To listening mortals, / How I adore thee.
But more than all sounds, / Surer, serener, / Fuller with passion / And exultation, / Let the hushed whisper / In thine own heart say, / How I adore thee.