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A laughter in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass; / And one by one the words of light as joydrops through my being pass.
I am the sunlight in the heart, the silver moonglow in the mind; / My laughter runs and ripples through the wavy tresses of the wind.
I am the fire upon the hills, the dancing flame that leads afar / Each burning-hearted wanderer, and I the dear and homeward star.
A myriad lovers died for me, and in their latest yielded breath / I woke in glory giving them immortal life though touched by death.
They knew me from the dawn of time: if Hermes beats his rainbow wings, / If Angus shakes his locks of light, or golden-haired Apollo sings, / It matters not the name, the land; my joy in all the gods abides: / Even in the cricket in the grass some dimness of me smiles and hides.
For joy of me the day star glows, and in delight and wild desire / The peacock twilight rays aloft its plumes and blooms of shadowy fire, / Where in the vastness too I burn through summer nights and ages long, / And with the fiery footed Watchers shake in myriad dance and song.