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BRIGHT as a morn of spring	A
That jubilates along the earth	B
With clouds and winds and flowers rejoicing	A
And all the creatures that on wing	A
Scarce dip the ground in their ethereal mirth	B
Whilst the dew'd sunlight and the gold flushed rain	C
Wed midway in the air	D
And from the twain	C
Is ever born that fairy gossamer	E
The iridescent bridge that spans the skies	F
Yea e'en in such wild glory dost thou glow	G
Soul fresh exuberant child	H
And drops of heavenly freshness gleam	I
On red red lips in dark orbed eyes	F
Like morning dews that glimmering show	G
On winter moss and heath'ry wild	H
And soft cropped grasses undefiled	H
In all the shifting splendour of a dream	I
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Oh thou that in thy glee	J
Know'st of no ending yet and no beginning	A
Making the hours melodious with thy play	K
Like grasshoppers that through the livelong day	K
Hopping on the new mown hay	K
Sun struck trill their roundelay	K
Or the cricket chirping cheerly	K
Late at night at morning early	K
With a little baby singing	A
Like an echo faintly ringing	A
From the distant summer leas	L
And with tremulous murmurs clinging	A
Round the hearth like clustering bees	L
Humming round the linden trees	L
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And yet athwart thy soul	K
At times perchance I seem to see	K
The hid existence of far off events	M
Trailing their slumb'rous shadows silently	K
For in the dusky deeps	M
Of thy large eyes	M
Sometime the veil d outline of a still	K
And mute born vision sleeps	M
As in the hollows of a hill	K
With dim and darksome rents	M
The dreamful shadow of the morning lies	M
And softly slowly ever down doth roll	K
Till lost in mystic deeps it flees our watchful eyes	M
	-
Yet from that silent trance	M
Quick leap'st thou back into thy playfulness	M
As waters darkened by the drifting cloud	H
Into the swift sweet sunlight crowd	H
Where dashed with dewy gold they dance	M
In unbedimm d sprightliness	M
Till with their blithesome strain	C
They make the brooding mountains loud	H
And fling their merriment across the voiceless plain	C
And buzzing lightly here and there	D
Thou like a little curious fly	K
That fusses through the air	D
Dost pry and spy	K
With thy keen inquisitive eye	K
Poking fatly dimpled fingers	M
Into corner box and closet	H
Where perchance there hidden lingers	M
Some deposit	H
To be carried off triumphantly	K
And with many questions ever	E
Rippling like a restless river	E
Puzzling many an older brain	C
Dost thou hour by hour increase thy store	N
Of marvellous lore	N
Thus a squirrel darting deftly	K
Up and down autumnal trees	M
Sees its hoard of chesnuts growing swiftly	K
In a heap upon the leaf strewn leas	M
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Yea open art thou to each influence	M
That strikes on thy soft spirit from without	H
Thy spirit not yet frozen nor shut out	H
From nature's kindling breath	O
By selfish aims nor dulled the sense	M
By hot desires alas too oft the death	O
Of man's spiritual vision No thy soul	K
Is yet all clear and bright	H
And lieth naked 'neath the eye of heaven	P
As a small mountain pool	K
A pure and azure pool	K
To whom its food is given	P
By dews and rains and snows all lily white	H
That softly fall	K
Through many a summer's day and winter's night	H
And whose unspotted breast	H
Glasses each pageant of the outer world	H
The cloud with pinions to the blast unfurled	H
The mountains' haughty crest	H
The slanting beam of twilight skies	M
That like a golden ladder lies	M
Stretching across perchance for angel hosts	M
To slide	H
Down to the earth with heavenly boon	Q
And glasses too the hurrying mists that glide	H
Like gliding ghosts	M
And stars and all the mildness of the moon	Q
	-
As yet 'tis early January with thee	K
Warm cradled doth the summer leaf	R
Lie folded in the winter leaf	R
On the blank tree	K
And folded in the earth the seed	H
The future mother of some glorious weed	H
Or flower blowing gorgeously	K
Or cedar branching wondrously	K
Lies slumbering its whole destiny	K
Of great or lowly foul or fair	D
In this minutest space surely foreshadowed there	D
But let the west wind ocean born	S
Floating towards the meads of morn	S
But once spread out his wild and vasty wing	A
Setting the sap a cantring till new life	T
Works wonders then thy being	A
Will strangely stir as at the sound	H
Of sounding drum and fife	T
The war horse paws the ground	H
And through thy sweet pure veins	M
Life like a waterfall will grandly bound	H
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But now the Psyche of thy being	A
Still shyly doth essay her delicate wing	A
Like to that airy nurseling of the sun	P
When first it breaketh through its dun	P
And horn d shell and tries	M
To move its pinions powdered o'er and o'er	E
With rainbow dust of April skies	M
That have as not yet learnt to soar	N
And lie soft folded in sweet mysteries	M
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Oh looking on thee I do speculate	H
On thy futurity	H
What wilt thou be	K
Some great and glorious lot I dream for thee	K
Some starry fate	H
For in thy nature meet	H
Such buoyant strength and such a sweet	H
Half veiled heart tenderness that on thy being doth rest	H
Like soft dark bloom upon a pansy's breast	H
And pity gushes o'er thee like warm rain	C
For everything in pain	C
Or great or small and such a shoal	K
Of thick bred fancies ever swimmeth forth	U
From the deep sea	K
Of changeful fantasy	K
Like golden fish that glitter in the sun	P
And quick perception leading on and on	V
Into a maze of thought fresh'ning the soul	K
Of him who listens Aye what wilt thou be	K
Perchance one of that sacred band	H
That ever were the salt of earth	B
Whom men call dowered with genius They who stand	H
In grandeur and in glory like the Alps	M
With silver shining scalps	M
Bathed in the ether feeding all the land	H
With the pure skyey waters that descend	H
For ever from them men who freed	H
From narrow bonds of hate and greed	H
Fetters of custom and blind circumstance	M
Breathe the soul quickening air of thought and love	W
And struggling into freedom sudden see	K
The solid shroud of sense	M
Consum d by a heavenly flame	X
As is the vapour dense and dun	P
Which the earth spirit fast doth breed	H
By the great sun	P
And the large mind in native majesty	K
Doth catch that radiance evermore above	W
Around us finest effluence of being	A
Illuminating with sharp sudden blaze	M
Nature's mysterious ways	M
Until his spirit feeling itself one	P
With all that is and was and is to be	K
Vibrates into intenser life	T
Which is creation	P
Then makes he revelation	P
Of that one truth that as a supreme ray	K
With new existence heavily fraught	H
Lightened in awful loveliness	M
And empyrean holiness	M
Upon his passive thought	H
Till with long peals of explosive oracular thunder	E
He bursts and cleaves and splinters asunder	E
The clinging clinking manacles of life	T
That fall and curl in harsh black masses under	E
His wing d feet and through time's noisy strife	T
His infinite acts do strike like flame	X
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Of a volcano seen across a sea	M
On nights when with earthquake the labouring hills are rife	T
And labouring too like heaving heights doth he	M
Girt round with turbulent whirls of praise and blame	X
Breathe the hot spark of that which he did see	M
As vital force that pulses strong and warm	Y
In the mid heart of creeds	M
Or rolls itself along the epic's flood	H
Or lives through ages in the marbled form	Y
Or leaps to life in the heroic deeds	M
Watering with the heart's noble blood	H
The seed of future world reforming good	H
	-
But stay my soul	K
Too far thou fliest as a falcon flies	M
Forgetful of the hand	H
Where he must perch so tranc d with the grand	H
And boundless skies	M
Oh come my song and roll	K
Thy billows back where on the swelling bank	Z
Mid flowers and reeds and grasses rank	Z
And feathered warblers warbling wild	H
Sporteth the unconscious child	H
Safely roofed o'er by shielding mother's love	W
Like wee lamb clouds of morn by tender skies above	W
Hark now I hear thy low soft laughter falling	A
Upon my heart like to the murmurous calling	A
Of brooding stock doves now it sweet doth sound	H
Like rippling rills of rain that make the ground	H
Harmonious on hot summer afternoons	M
And now thy joyous croons	M
Blither and brighter tumble on my ear	A2
All clarion clear	B2
Like songs of matin birds that in spring weather	E
Hid in young woods do jubilate together	E
Yea on the musing mind	H
That wrapt in meditation's sober dress	M
Looks i	K