Between the beechen hill and the green down
The valley pastures sink;
And the green river runs through their warm green
Northward into the sea.
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To Thee, Most Holy, Most Obscure, light-hidden,
Shedding light in the darkness of the mind
As gold beams wake the air to birds a-wing;
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The holy mountains,
The gay streams,
Heavy shadows,
And tall, trembling trees;
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I saw him as he went
With merry voice and eye.
I met him when he came
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The rain beat on me as I walked,
In the roadside it ran and muttered.
It seemed the rain to the wind talked
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A gray day and quiet,
With slow clouds of gray,
And in dull air a cloud that falls, falls
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O hide me in Thy love, secure
From this earth-clinging meanness.
Lave my uncleanness
In Thy compassionating love!
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The sea
Was even as a little child that sleeps
And keeps
All night its great unconsciousness of day.
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Hear me, O beeches! You
That have with ageless anguish slowly risen
From earth's still secret prison
Into the ampler prison of aery blue.
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I heard a voice upon the window beat
And then grow dim, grow still.
Opening I saw the snowy sill
Marked with the robin's feet.
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