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Whence do ye come, ye creatures? Each of you / Is perfect as an angel! wings and eyes / Stupendous in their beauty -- gorgeous dyes / In feathery fields of purple and of blue!
Would God I saw a moment as ye do!
I would become a molecule in size, / Rest with you, hum with you, or slanting rise / Along your one dear sunbeam, could I view / The pearly secret which each tiny fly -- / Each tiny fly that hums and bobs and stirs / Hides in its little breast eternally / From you, ye prickly, grim philosophers / With all your theories that sound so high: / Hark to the buz a moment, my good sirs!