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270 From the myriad thence-aroused words, From the word stronger and more delicious than any, From such, as now they start, the scene revisiting, As a flock, twittering, rising, or overhead passing, Borne hither—ere all eludes me, hurriedly, A man—yet by these tears a little boy again, Throwing myself on the sand, confronting the waves, I, chanter of pains and joys, uniter of here and hereafter, Taking all hints to use them—but swiftly leaping
 * beyond them,

A reminiscence sing.



, Paumanok, When the snows had melted, and the Fifth Month
 * grass was growing,

Up this sea-shore, in some briers, Two guests from Alabama—two together, And their nest, and four light-green eggs, spotted with
 * brown,

And every day the he-bird, to and fro, near at hand, And every day the she-bird, crouched on her nest,
 * silent, with bright eyes,

And every day I, a curious boy, never too close, never
 * disturbing them,

Cautiously peering, absorbing, translating.

''Shine! Shine!'' Pour down your warmth, great Sun! While we bask—we two together.