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When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, / All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow, and silver gleam, / With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes; / I am one with the twilight's dream.
When the trees and skies and fields are one in dusky mood, / Every heart of man is wrapt within the mother's breast: / Full of peace and sleep and dreams in the vasty quietude, / I am one with their hearts at rest.
From our immemorial joys of hearth and home and love / Strayed away along the margin of the unknown tide, / All its reach of soundless calm can thrill me far above / Word or touch from the lips beside.
Aye, and deep and deep and deeper let me drink and draw, / From the olden fountain more than light or peace or dream, / Such primeval being as o'erfills the heart with awe, / Growing one with its silent stream.