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 Let alone and leave to bloom; Pass aside, nor make to die, —In the woodland, on the mountain, Thou art mine, and I am thine.

So I passed.—Amid the uplands, In the forest, on whose skirts Pace unstartled, feed unfearing Do the roe-deer and the red, While I hungered, while I thirsted, While the night was deepest dark, Who was I, that thou shouldst meet me? Who was I, thou didst not pass? Who was I, that I should say to thee, Thou art mine, and I am thine?

To the air from whence thou camest Thou returnest, thou art gone; Self-created, dis-created, Re-created, ever fresh, Ever young! As a lake its mirrored mountains At a moment, unregretting, Unresisting, unreclaiming, Without preface, without question, On the silent shifting; levels