Within all, who ignited
Restive questing's spirit
Through who's eye creation dawned
Serving birds' own winged step
Rolled, each pleasure, out; as far
For a sea's glints, what goads;
Field unto wood's; vale, hilled shade's.
Joy-leapt from each doorstep.
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