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Divine Nature



Aside the stream I dream in calm delight, and

Watch as in a glass,

How the cloudlets like crowds of snowy-hued and

White-robed maidens pass,


And the water into ripples breaks and sparkles

As it spreads,

Like a host of armored knights with silver

Helmets on their heads.


A cloud fell down from the heavens,

And broke on the mountain's brow;

It scattered the dusky fragments

All over the vale below.


The moon and the stars were anxious

To know what its fate might be;

So they rushed to the azure opening,

And all peered down to see.


And I deem the stream an emblem fit of human

Life may go,

For I find a mind may sparkle much and yet

But shallows show,

And a soul may glow with myriad lights and

Wondrous mysteries,

When it only lies a dormant thing and mirrors

What it sees.