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From the seraphic sky that rises
From the seraphic sky that rises,
Past a gentle slope of tree
To the glade green full of oak
Beneath, this gilded song had spoke
As the soft breath blew free,
I wonder to the faceless breeze
The serene cloak that wrapped my heart
And knelt, pleasing to the eye;
To the sun's blooming folly I speak,
And the grazing grasses ripened lilt
Who stole my sigh in wisps of guilt
Far across from the wandering flow,
And the shed decked brow, curved and bold
Draped and suckled to nature's breast,
Of tilting blush on this lambent bust
Told me that the earth was true,
And in a gust, my troubles flew;
As I lent against this ancient trunk,
And settled in the shining dust
For many years have held in hope
That one day I could own,
The stars that flicker in my mind
And show, wept with truth
Where did the old world go?
When time was endless, and drifted slow;
Now I see the future's resting glint,
And pray that I may find it still
Peace, at ease with life
The love that could be spread too,
Through rain and ice, snow and tear
This requiem of youth so clear
Shifted to a darker hue
With golden thoughts, I reft the fear.
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