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Nature, to him no message dost thou bear / Who in thy beauty findeth not the power / To gird himself more strongly for the hour / Of night and darkness. Oh, what colours rare / The woods, the valleys, and the mountains wear / To him who knows thy secret, and, in shower, / And fog, and ice-cloud, hath a secret bower / Where he may rest until the heavens are fair!
Not with the rest of slumber, but the trance / Of onward movement steady and serene, / Where oft, in struggle and in contest keen, / His eyes will opened be, and all the dance / Of life break on him, and a wide expanse / Roll upward through the void, sunny and green.