These woods, these trees, these clover-scented fields, The ancient stones on pathways I have trod All sing to me as all my being yields, The humble weed with hidden bloom, the sod So cool and lush that springs beneath my feet, The faces of the once-thought faceless mass In whom I see divinity replete And see myself as in a mirrored glass, Reflecting light that glows from deeper seas Of self that lie concealed in matter's masks, The love that waits its ultimate release And only our sincerity it asks To blossom forth in splendour as the dawn This earth to make the paramour of light And we in bodies beautiful, new-born Arise and in the soul's embrace, unite.
Poems Undated (1727)
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