On being asked, Whence is the flower?
In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes,
I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods,
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The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
The Furies laid,
The plague is stayed,
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Virtue runs before the muse
And defies her skill,
She is rapt, and doth refuse
To wait a painter's will.
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Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,
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The lords of life, the lords of life,-
I saw them pass,
In their own guise,
Like and unlike,
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The Sphinx is drowsy,
The wings are furled;
Her ear is heavy,
She broods on the world.
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The sun set, but set not his hope:
Stars rose; his faith was earlier up:
Fixed on the enormous galaxy,
Deeper and older seemed his eye;
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Who shall tell what did befall,
Far away in time, when once,
Over the lifeless ball,
Hung idle stars and suns?
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"May be true what I had heard,
Earth's a howling wilderness
Truculent with fraud and force,"
Said I, strolling through the pastures,
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