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O world, I cannot hold thee close enough!
/ Thy winds, thy wide grey skies I
/ Thy mists, that roll and rise!
Thy woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag / And all but cry with colour! That gaunt crag
To crush! To lift the lean of that black bluff!
World, World, I cannot get thee close enough!
Long have I known a glory in it all, / Â Â Â But never knew I this: / Â Â Â Here such a passion is
As stretcheth me apart,-Lord, I do fear
Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year;
My soul is all but out of me,-let fall / No burning leaf; prithee, let no bird call.