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Of whispering trees the tongues to hear, / And sermons of the silent stone; / To read in brooks the print so clear / Of motion, shadowy light, and tone -- / That man hath neither eye nor ear / Who careth not for human moan.
Yea, he who draws, in shrinking haste, / From sin that passeth helpless by; / The weak antennae of whose taste / From touch of alien grossness fly -- / Shall, banished to the outer waste, / Never in Nature's bosom lie.