。，Rocks raised clear horns on a transforming sky:
For a shift of the glance, as grain:。，And makes her revel of their merry zest;
Cleave thou thy way with fathering desire。，The dusty mote-images rose;
。，Self in the narrow and wide:
With the Whither, whose echo is Whence;。，Her sentence I knew past grace.
The fire is in them whereof we are born;。，With the hopes of my offspring enscrolled!
For the which it will swear to adore,。，EARTH'S PREFERENCE
The space of dewdrops running over leaf;。，He is the heart of light, the wing of shades,
As cold from cold, for a sign。，She prompts them to her fruits and flower-beds;
The mystic link attain,。，Numbers in council, awake
So resolutely far:。，
。，We came where woods breathed sharp, and overhead
And do half-homage to the God of Laws.。，Dream of the blossom of Good,
Within them win。，To the next easy shedders of pence.
Do readings of earth draw thence,。，Of radiance, the radiance enrings:
What things we view, and Earth's decree withstand,。，Granite the thought to stay,
As in our East much were it in our West,。，The troops of the memories armed
，My disciplined habit to see.。，The legends that sweep her aside,