To Outer Nature
Show thee as I thought theeWhen I early sought thee,Omen-scouting,All undoubtingLove alone had wrought thee—
Wrought thee for my pleasure,Planned thee as a measureFor expoundingAnd resoundingGlad things that men treasure.
O for but a momentOf that old endowment—Light to gailySee thy dailyIrisèd embowment!
But such re-adorningTime forbids with scorning—Makes me see thingsCease to be thingsThey were in my morning.
Fad’st thou, glow-forsaken,Darkness-overtaken!Thy first sweetness,Radiance, meetness,None shall re-awaken.
Why not sempiternalThou and I? Our vernalBrightness keeping,Time outleaping;Passed the hodiernal!
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