A great sounding ferment
Which surpasses
Spring-time's own rapturous
Cloud-burst of song.
What in rains' tumbling wake
Calmest of all calm hours
Are to prolong.
Waters, vibrant with life.
A forest's; full!
Whilst that, in me, deep hid
Will shrink before.
Respects' humble gesturing.
Respect, on instinct reacts.
Soul's; to the core!
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