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Through the upland meadows I go alone. For I dreamed of someone last night Who is waiting for me.

Flower and blossom, tell me do you know of her?

Have the rocks hidden her voice? They are very blue and still.

Long upward road that is leading me, Light hearted I quit you, For the long loose ripples of the meadow-grass Invite me to dance upon them.

Quivering grass Daintily poised For her foot's tripping.

O blown clouds, could I only race up like you, Oh, the last slopes that are sun-drenched and steep!

Look, the sky! Across black valleys Rise blue-white aloft Jagged, unwrinkled mountains, ranges of death.

Solitude. Silence.