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 Shall I not cry to ye aloud O clouds! My spirit was a cloud Like one of you,—was free, I say, To loiter o'er the tremulous lakes Loving, to cling upon the wane Of every fair thing that forsakes The light and luxury of day; To bear me over hill and plain Upon the winds' unfooted way:

Ah, I was fearless then and pure; And my sight touched all things obscure Beneath dim masks of change or sleep: And read the tender meanings writ For full new heavens down in deep Horizons, over which stood knit The storms' dark brows; I saw what cleaves In the far corners of sun-smiles, And I could send my breath for miles Among the flowers and the leaves.