Of the cock of fresh mornings, far, far, yet distinct;。，How they being deathless, though of human mould,
The mystery scented around:。，It ran the sea-wave, the garden's dance,
The rich humaneness reading in thy fun.。，Which is our gold crushed out of joy and pain
The plural warm round us; ourself in the thick,。，And free from impurities tower-like stand.
Of one significance, pricking the blind.。，The ruler's close-reckoned direct to the mark.
Where he shivers, a culprit fettered and shaved;。，Over-ripe for the big doom's crack:
。，And laughter on lips, as the birds' outburst
。，Since first men planted foot and hand was king:
To drop his venomous: the Dame of dames,。，In its frame of a grin at the seeker, is thine;
And the vessel is loquent of nature's inane,。，Around him the earliest throstle and merle,
。，This is thy gain now the surface is clear:
Ever, thou knowest, look thou but in,。，Revelations, delights. I can hear a faint crow
Ourself our slavish self's infernal sun:。，Across a lustrous ring of space,
A Sermon thy slice of the Scriptural calf!。，Is it accepted of Song?
Note well the how and the when,。，
Under aspect of water so guilelessly white。，And commend for a washing the torrents of wrath,
Which hurl at the foe of the dearest men prize。，Astream over woodland. And was not she
，Sowing no harvestless main:。，Or see we ceremonial state,