| LET me go forth, and share | |
| The overflowing Sun | |
| With one wise friend, or one | |
| Better than wise, being fair, | |
| Where the pewit wheels and dips | 5 |
| On heights of bracken and ling, | |
| And Earth, unto her leaflet tips, | |
| Tingles with the Spring. | |
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| What is so sweet and dear | |
| As a prosperous morn in May, | 10 |
| The confident prime of the day, | |
| And the dauntless youth of the year, | |
| When nothing that asks for bliss, | |
| Asking aright, is denied, | |
| And half of the world a bridegroom is, | 15 |
| And half of the world a bride? | |
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| The Song of Mingling flows, | |
| Grave, ceremonial, pure, | |
| As once, from lips that endure, | |
| The cosmic descant rose, | 20 |
| When the temporal lord of life, | |
| Going his golden way, | |
| Had taken a wondrous maid to wife | |
| That long had said him nay. | |
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| For of old the Sun, our sire, | 25 |
| Came wooing the mother of men, | |
| Earth, that was virginal then, | |
| Vestal fire to his fire. | |
| Silent her bosom and coy, | |
| But the strong god sued and pressed; | 30 |
| And born of their starry nuptial joy | |
| Are all that drink of her breast. | |
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| And the triumph of him that begot, | |
| And the travail of her that bore, | |
| Behold, they are evermore | 35 |
| As warp and weft in our lot. | |
| We are children of splendour and flame, | |
| Of shuddering, also, and tears. | |
| Magnificent out of the dust we came, | |
| And abject from the Spheres. | 40 |
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| O bright irresistible lord, | |
| We are fruit of Earth's womb, each one, | |
| And fruit of thy loins, O Sun, | |
| Whence first was the seed outpoured. | |
| To thee as our Father we bow, | 45 |
| Forbidden thy Father to see, | |
| Who is older and greater than thou, as thou | |
| Art greater and older than we. | |
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| Thou art but as a word of his speech, | |
| Thou art but as a wave of his hand; | 50 |
| Thou art brief as a glitter of sand | |
| 'Twixt tide and tide on his beach; | |
| Thou art less than a spark of his fire, | |
| Or a moment's mood of his soul: | |
| Thou art lost in the notes on the lips of his choir | 55 |
| That chant the chant of the Whole. | |
