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To it the forest tells / The mystery that haunts its heart and folds / Its form in cogitation deep, that holds / The shadow of each myth that dwells / In nature -- be it Nymph or Fay or Faun -- / And whispering of them to the dales and dells, / It wanders on and on.
To it the heaven shows / The secret of its soul; true images / Of dreams that form its aspect; and with these / Reflected in its countenance it goes, / With pictures of the skies, the dusk and dawn, / Within its breast, as every blossom knows, / For them to gaze upon.
Through it the world-soul sends / Its heart's creating pulse that beats and sings / The music of maternity whence springs / All life; and shaping earthly ends, / From the deep sources of the heavens drawn, / Planting its ways with beauty, on it wends, / On and forever on.