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I turned me from that place in humble wise, And fingers soft were laid upon mine eyes, And I beheld the fruitful earth, with store Of odorous treasure, full and golden grain, Ripe orchard bounty, slender stalks that bore Their flowered beauty with a meek content, The prosperous leaves that loved the sun and rain, Shy creatures unreproved that came and went In garrulous joy among the fostering green. And, over all, the changes of the day And ordered year their mutable glory laid-- Expectant winter soberly arrayed, The prudent diligent spring whose eyes have seen The beauty of the roses uncreate, Imperial June, magnificent, elate Beholding all the ripening loves that stray Among her blossoms, and the golden time Of the full ear and bounty of the boughs,-- And the great hills and solemn chanting seas And prodigal meadows, answering to the chime Of God’s good year, and bearing on their brows The glory of processional mysteries From dawn to dawn, the woven leaves and light Of the high noon, the twilight secrecies, And the inscrutable wonder of the stars Flung out along the reaches of the night.

And the ancient might Of the binding bars Waned as I woke to a new desire For the choric song Of exultant, strong Earth-passionate men with souls of fire.