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Glooms of the live oaks beautiful braided and woven	A
With intricate shades of the vines that myriad cloven	A
Clamber the forks of the multiform boughs	B
Emerald twilights	B
Virginal shy lights	B
Wrought of the leaves to allure to the whisper of vows	B
When lovers pace timidly down through the green colonnades	B
Of the dim sweet woods of the dear dark woods	B
Of the heavenly woods and glades	B
That run to the radiant marginal sand beach within	A
The wide sea marshes of Glynn	A
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Beautiful glooms soft dusks in the noon day fire	C
Wildwood privacies closets of lone desire	C
Chamber from chamber parted with wavering arras of leaves	B
Cells for the passionate pleasure of prayer to the soul that grieves	B
Pure with a sense of the passing of saints through the wood	D
Cool for the dutiful weighing of ill with good	D
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O braided dusks of the oak and woven shades of the vine	A
While the riotous noon day sun of the June day long did shine	A
Ye held me fast in your heart and I held you fast in mine	A
But now when the noon is no more and riot is rest	E
And the sun is a wait at the ponderous gate of the West	E
And the slant yellow beam down the wood aisle doth seem	F
Like a lane into heaven that leads from a dream	F
Ay now when my soul all day hath drunken the soul of the oak	G
And my heart is at ease from men and the wearisome sound of the stroke	G
Of the scythe of time and the trowel of trade is low	H
And belief overmasters doubt and I know that I know	H
And my spirit is grown to a lordly great compass within	A
That the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn	A
Will work me no fear like the fear they have wrought me of yore	I
When length was fatigue and when breadth was but bitterness sore	I
And when terror and shrinking and dreary unnamable pain	A
Drew over me out of the merciless miles of the plain	A
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Oh now unafraid I am fain to face	B
The vast sweet visage of space	B
To the edge of the wood I am drawn I am drawn	A
Where the gray beach glimmering runs as a belt of the dawn	A
For a mete and a mark	J
To the forest dark	J
So	H
Affable live oak leaning low	H
Thus with your favor soft with a reverent hand	K
Not lightly touching your person Lord of the land	K
Bending your beauty aside with a step I stand	K
On the firm packed sand	K
Free	L
By a world of marsh that borders a world of sea	L
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Sinuous southward and sinuous northward the shimmering band	K
Of the sand beach fastens the fringe of the marsh to the folds of the land	K
Inward and outward to northward and southward the beach lines linger and curl	M
As a silver wrought garment that clings to and follows	B
the firm sweet limbs of a girl	M
Vanishing swerving evermore curving again into sight	N
Softly the sand beach wavers away to a dim gray looping of light	N
And what if behind me to westward the wall of the woods stands high	O
The world lies east how ample the marsh and the sea and the sky	O
A league and a league of marsh grass waist high broad in the blade	P
Green and all of a height and unflecked with a light or a shade	P
Stretch leisurely off in a pleasant plain	A
To the terminal blue of the main	A
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Oh what is abroad in the marsh and the terminal sea	L
Somehow my soul seems suddenly free	L
From the weighing of fate and the sad discussion of sin	A
By the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn	A
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Ye marshes how candid and simple and nothing withholding and free	L
Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea	L
Tolerant plains that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun	A
Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won	A
God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain	A
And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain	A
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As the marsh hen secretly builds on the watery sod	Q
Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God	Q
I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh hen flies	B
In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies	B
By so many roots as the marsh grass sends in the sod	Q
I will heartily lay me a hold on the greatness of God	Q
Oh like to the greatness of God is the greatness within	A
The range of the marshes the liberal marshes of Glynn	A
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And the sea lends large as the marsh lo out of his plenty the sea	L
Pours fast full soon the time of the flood tide must be	L
Look how the grace of the sea doth go	H
About and about through the intricate channels that flow	H
Here and there	R
Everywhere	R
Till his waters have flooded the uttermost creeks and the low lying lanes	B
And the marsh is meshed with a million veins	B
That like as with rosy and silvery essences flow	H
In the rose and silver evening glow	H
Farewell my lord Sun	A
The creeks overflow a thousand rivulets run	A
'Twixt the roots of the sod the blades of the marsh grass stir	C
Passeth a hurrying sound of wings that westward whirr	C
Passeth and all is still and the currents cease to run	A
And the sea and the marsh are one	A
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How still the plains of the waters be	L
The tide is in his ecstasy	L
The tide is at his highest height	N
And it is night	N
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And now from the Vast of the Lord will the waters of sleep	S
Roll in on the souls of men	A
But who will reveal to our waking ken	A
The forms that swim and the shapes that creep	S
Under the waters of sleep	S
And I would I could know what swimmeth below when the tide comes in	A
On the length and the breadth of the marvellous marshes of Glynn	A
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Baltimore	C

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