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 Tree and the worm and the storm therein "Welcome, welcome!" Cried unto me the time-mother from all sides With her brown mouth, And girded me with her warm arms: "My well-beloved, eternal child!", That I shrieked and melted with bliss And ever again emerged In the countenance of all things, Till a silvery skiff from the sickle of the moon Bore me away hovering above oceans And I rocked and blissfully fared From night into night From time into time Drunken with lustre and soul of the All 



enkindled storm swept ragingly into the great forest And the forest stirred aquiver and sang With gloomy voices As when time in chaos began. All trees clenched themselves in violence, in strife, An eagle the forest became, Beating its pinions before avenging wrath of the storm Aloft to the richly-clad vault. Drunken with wild joy 