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| O TO lie in long grasses! | |
| O to dream of the plain! | |
| Where the west wind sings as it passes | |
| A weird and unceasing refrain; | |
| Where the rank grass wallows and tosses, | 5 |
| And the plains’ ring dazzles the eye; | |
| Where hardly a silver cloud bosses | |
| The flashing steel arch of the sky. | |
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| To watch the gay gulls as they flutter | |
| Like snowflakes and fall down the sky, | 10 |
| To swoop in the deeps of the hollows, | |
| Where the crow’s-foot tosses awry, | |
| And gnats in the lee of the thickets | |
| Are swirling like waltzers in glee | |
| To the harsh, shrill creak of the crickets, | 15 |
| And the song of the lark and the bee. | |
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| O far-off plains of my west land! | |
| O lands of winds and the free, | |
| Swift deer—my mist-clad plain! | |
| From my bed in the heart of the forest, | 20 |
| From the clasp and the girdle of pain | |
| Your light through my darkness passes; | |
| To your meadows in dreaming I fly | |
| To plunge in the deeps of your grasses, | |
| To bask in the light of your sky! | 25 |
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