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There is a poetry that speaks	A
Through common things the grasshopper	B
That in the hot weeds creaks and creaks	A
Says all of summer to my ear	C
And in the cricket's cry I hear	C
The fireside speak and feel the frost	D
Work mysteries of silver near	E
On country casements while deep lost	D
In snow the gatepost seems a sheeted ghost	F
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And other things give rare delight	G
Those guttural harps the green frogs tune	H
Those minstrels of the falling night	G
That hail the sickle of the moon	H
From grassy pools that glass her lune	H
Or all of August in its loud	I
Dry cry the locust's call at noon	H
That tells of heat and never a cloud	I
To veil the pitiless sun as with a shroud	I
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The rain whose cloud dark lids the moon	H
The great white eyeball of the night	G
Makes music for me to its tune	H
I hear the flowers unfolding white	G
The mushroom growing and the slight	G
Green sound of grass that dances near	E
The melon ripening with delight	G
And in the orchard soft and clear	E
The apple redly rounding out its sphere	E
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The grigs make music as of old	J
To which the fairies whirl and shine	H
Within the moonlight's prodigal gold	J
On woodways wild with many a vine	H
When all the wilderness with wine	H
Of stars is drunk I hear it say	A
'Is God restricted to confine	H
His wonders only to the day	A
That yields the abstract tangible to clay '	-
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And to my ear the mind of Morn	H
When on her rubric forehead far	K
One star burns big lifts a vast horn	H
Of wonder where all murmurs are	K
In which I hear the waters war	L
The torrent and the blue abyss	A
And pines that terrace bar on bar	K
The mountain side like lovers' kiss	A
And whisper words where naught but grandeur is	A
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The jutting crags all iron veined	A
With ore the peaks where eagles scream	M
That pour their cataracts rainbow stained	A
Like hair in many a mountain stream	M
Can lift my soul beyond the dream	M
Of all religions make me scan	H
No mere external or extreme	M
But inward pierce the outward plan	H
And learn that rocks have souls as well as man	H

Madison Julius Cawein

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