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I am that which began	A
Out of me the years roll	B
Out of me God and man	A
I am equal and whole	B
God changes and man and the form of them bodily I am the soul	B
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Before ever land was	C
Before ever the sea	D
Or soft hair of the grass	E
Or fair limbs of the tree	D
Or the fresh coloured fruit of my branches I was and thy soul was in me	D
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First life on my sources	F
First drifted and swam	G
Out of me are the forces	H
That save it or damn	G
Out of me man and woman and wild beast and bird before God was I am	G
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Beside or above me	D
Nought is there to go	I
Love or unlove me	D
Unknow me or know	I
I am that which unloves me and loves I am stricken and I am the blow	I
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I the mark that is missed	J
And the arrows that miss	K
I the mouth that is kissed	J
And the breath in the kiss	K
The search and the sought and the seeker the soul and the body that is	H
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I am that thing which blesses	H
My spirit elate	L
That which caresses	H
With hands uncreate	L
My limbs unbegotten that measure the length of the measure of fate	L
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But what thing dost thou now	M
Looking Godward to cry	N
I am I thou art thou	M
I am low thou art high	N
I am thou whom thou seekest to find him find thou but thyself thou art I	N
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I the grain and the furrow	I
The plough cloven clod	L
And the ploughshare drawn thorough	I
The germ and the sod	L
The deed and the doer the seed and the sower the dust which is God	L
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Hast thou known how I fashioned thee	D
Child underground	L
Fire that impassioned thee	D
Iron that bound	L
Dim changes of water what thing of all these hast thou known of or found	L
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Canst thou say in thine heart	L
Thou hast seen with thine eyes	O
With what cunning of art	L
Thou wast wrought in what wise	O
By what force of what stuff thou wast shapen and shown on my breast to the skies	O
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Who hath given who hath sold it thee	D
Knowledge of me	D
Hath the wilderness told it thee	D
Hast thou learnt of the sea	D
Hast thou communed in spirit with night have the winds taken counsel with thee	D
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Have I set such a star	P
To show light on thy brow	M
That thou sawest from afar	P
What I show to thee now	M
Have ye spoken as brethren together the sun and the mountains and thou	M
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What is here dost thou know it	L
What was hast thou known	Q
Prophet nor poet	L
Nor tripod nor throne	Q
Nor spirit nor flesh can make answer but only thy mother alone	Q
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Mother not maker	R
Born and not made	L
Though her children forsake her	R
Allured or afraid	L
Praying prayers to the God of their fashion she stirs not for all that have prayed	L
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A creed is a rod	L
And a crown is of night	L
But this thing is God	L
To be man with thy might	L
To grow straight in the strength of thy spirit and live out thy life as the light	L
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I am in thee to save thee	D
As my soul in thee saith	D
Give thou as I gave thee	D
Thy life blood and breath	D
Green leaves of thy labour white flowers of thy thought and red fruit of thy death	D
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Be the ways of thy giving	S
As mine were to thee	D
The free life of thy living	S
Be the gift of it free	D
Not as servant to lord nor as master to slave shalt thou give thee to me	D
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O children of banishment	L
Souls overcast	L
Were the lights ye see vanish meant	L
Alway to last	L
Ye would know not the sun overshining the shadows and stars overpast	L
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I that saw where ye trod	L
The dim paths of the night	L
Set the shadow called God	L
In your skies to give light	L
But the morning of manhood is risen and the shadowless soul is in sight	L
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The tree many rooted	L
That swells to the sky	N
With frondage red fruited	L
The life tree am I	N
In the buds of your lives is the sap of my leaves ye shall live and not die	N
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But the Gods of your fashion	T
That take and that give	U
In their pity and passion	T
That scourge and forgive	U
They are worms that are bred in the bark that falls off they shall die and not live	V
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My own blood is what stanches	D
The wounds in my bark	W
Stars caught in my branches	D
Make day of the dark	W
And are worshipped as suns till the sunrise shall tread out their fires as a spark	W
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Where dead ages hide under	R
The live roots of the tree	D
In my darkness the thunder	R
Makes utterance of me	D
In the clash of my boughs with each other ye hear the waves sound of the sea	D
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That noise is of Time	X
As his feathers are spread	L
And his feet set to climb	X
Through the boughs overhead	L
And my foliage rings round him and rustles and branches are bent with his tread	L
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The storm winds of ages	D
Blow through me and cease	D
The war wind that rages	D
The spring wind of peace	D
Ere the breath of them roughen my tresses ere one of my blossoms increase	D
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All sounds of all changes	D
All shadows and lights	D
On the world's mountain ranges	D
And stream riven heights	D
Whose tongue is the wind's tongue and language of storm clouds on earth shaking nights	D
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All forms of all faces	D
All works of all hands	D
In unsearchable places	D
Of time stricken lands	D
All death and all life and all reigns and all ruins drop through me as sands	D
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Though sore be my burden	T
And more than ye know	I
And my growth have no guerdon	I
But only to grow	I
Yet I fail not of growing for lightnings above me or deathworms below	I
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These too have their part in me	D
As I too in these	D
Such fire is at heart in me	D
Such sap is this tree's	D
Which hath in it all sounds and all secrets of infinite lands and of seas	D
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In the spring coloured hours	D
When my mind was as May's	D
There brake forth of me flowers	D
By centuries of days	D
Strong blossoms with perfume of manhood shot out from my spirit as rays	D
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And the sound of them springing	S
And smell of their shoots	D
Were as warmth and sweet singing	S
And strength to my roots	D
And the lives of my children made perfect with freedom of soul were my fruits	D
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I bid you but be	D
I have need not of prayer	Y
I have need of you free	D
As your mouths of mine air	Y
That my heart may be greater within me beholding the fruits of me fair	Y
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More fair than strange fruit is	D
Of faiths ye espouse	D
In me only the root is	D
That blooms in your boughs	D
Behold now your God that ye made you to feed him with faith of your vows	D
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In the darkening and whitening	S
Abysses adored	L
With dayspring and lightning	S
For lamp and for sword	L
God thunders in heaven and his angels are red with the wrath of the Lord	L
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O my sons O too dutiful	Z
Toward Gods not of me	D
Was not I enough beautiful	Z
Was it hard to be free	D
For behold I am with you am in you and of you look forth now and see	D
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Lo winged with world's wonders	D
With miracles shod	L
With the fires of his thunders	D
For raiment and rod	L
God trembles in heaven and his angels are white with the terror of God	L
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For his twilight is come on him	A2
His anguish is here	B2
And his spirits gaze dumb on him	A2
Grown grey from his fear	C2
And his hour taketh hold on him stricken the last of his infinite year	C2
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Thought made him and breaks him	A2
Truth slays and forgives	D
But to you as time takes him	A2
This new thing it gives	D
Even love the beloved Republic that feeds upon freedom and lives	D
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For truth only is living	S
Truth only is whole	B
And the love of his giving	S
Man's polestar and pole	B
Man pulse of my centre and fruit of my body and seed of my soul	B
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One birth of my bosom	D2
One beam of mine eye	N
One topmost blossom	D2
That scales the sky	N
Man equal and one with me man that is made of me man that is I	N