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292 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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THE EARTH SPIRIT
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LAUGHTER in the diamond air, a music in the trembling grass, And one by one the words of light as joy-drops through my being pass. "lam the sunlight in the heart, the silver moon-glow
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 planets wave in myriad
dance and song." |
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