Thoughts, go. Re-vitalize yourselves.
To be blown among
Moth; summer-sweet grasses, airy.
Shades, further along;
Hiss, drone - soothe! Through what for each
Its own horse boasts of!
Aimlessly, as on an impulse
The warm current ride.
So immersed of, as with it merge
Life's bucolic tide.
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