From sight to sound intershifting, the man descried。，And the lord of the steeds was in form
* * *。，More spacious making more our home,
For him the woods were a home and gave him the key。，Glad the young that come of youth.
To seek him; heard at the silent medicine-root。，Solely in that cherished Rose
Pure from the night, and splendid for the day.。，All these the circling song will wreathe,
Drowns them. Clasp! the world will be。，For his beacon where beam there is none:
With life to serve, and, pass reward,。，She is forth to cheer a neighbour lacking mirth.
She was fire for the blue and the green。，Red pomegranates tumble and burst hard rind.
。，Lucid in the moon, raise lilies to the skyfields,
Never yet, save when black on the whirl。，As a seed of her bosom for dawn,
* * *。，Streaming like the flag-reed South-west blown;
Thinking of the harvest: I look and think of mine.。，O the nutbrown tresses nodding interlaced!
A press of hurried notes that run。，Bursting out of bud in havens of the streams.
Streaming like the flag-reed South-west blown;。，For all to hear and all to know
Through the wave like a boar of the wilds。，Trust not Earth, and have her scorn.
Love! it lingers: Love! it nears:。，
Trample appetite to dust.。，
，Mates are warm, and this is truth,。，God! of whom music