Mysterious force, as beautiful as strange,
And pure with beauty and with mystery,
Queen of the world in wide extent of range,
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The lone parched land still yearns for later rains,
The hopeless exile for a sight of home,
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O power of beauty on a woman's brow!
What strength is like to thine for good or ill?
Who dares attempt thine awful throne to fill
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Are there no slaves but those who wear a chain?
None with the deep curse branded on their breast,
But those whose deadened sense finds sullen rest
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To that unconscious Beauty that has wrought
In me, through many years in many lands,
By stream and wood and plain and barren strands,
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Yet once again, O Spring, Spring sweet and fair!
In fresh March morning with the birds I sing,
The groves have had a bitter time to bear,
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As clear as calm experience comes at last,
To weary wayfarer from some far land,
So dawns the thought whose setting long seemed past,
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In midst of dark and dreary days and nights,
In sad and faded autumn of the year,
When we recall those past and pure delights,
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Like unto echoed music in a dream,
A slowly sailing cloud in summer's sky,
Achieving some mysterious work on high,
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There is a book wherein we sometimes see
A dim reflection of the face of God;
Awful at times these writings seem to be,
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