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II / The full throat of the world is charged with song, / Morning and twilight melt with ecstasy / In the high heat of noon. Simply to be, / Palpitant where the green spring forces throng, / Eager for life, life unashamed and strong -- / This is desire fulfilled. Exalted, free, / The spirit gains her ether, scornfully / Denies existence that is dark or wrong.
This is enough, to see the song begun / Which shall be finished in some field afar.