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I bring you, this eve, an offering of joy<br/>
From having drenched my body in the gold<br/>
And silken texture of the joyous wind<br/>
And in the yellow splendour of the sun;<br/>
My feet are pure with having walked the grass,<br/>
My hands are sweet with the dim hearts of flowers,<br/>
My eyes are brilliant with the sudden tears<br/>
Born in an instant from the sight of such<br/>
A beauteous earth and its eternal night.<br/>
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Space, with arms of burning clarity,<br/>
Drunk and fervent, sobbing, led me on,<br/>
And I have gone down there—I know not where—<br/>
Where all my captive cries did free my steps;<br/>
I bring you life and beauty of the plains;<br/>
Take from me their free and bounteous breath;<br/>
Storms have laid caresses on my hands,<br/>
And air and light and perfume are in me.<br/>
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