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Rh Then peace again, then rustling wings again, And in my heart I feel That all creation slumbers in God's hand, And I, content, seek slumber; For everywhere my home is, everywhere.

Dew glimmers on the grass, I see earth's breath in whitish haze uprising Skywards, as morn's foreboding: The birch-trunk's whiteness and the brown gnarled oak Hold converse in the half-light of the dawn, And e'en the pebble feels Mystical kinship with the wave that chafes it. A hundred dreams are scattered And on my faded brow Pinions are beating, Like great brown night-moths, Upon the wrinkled trunk That girds some hollow elm, whence they have flown. O night, fling after them Thy shadow-net, that swiftly Over the tree-tops, over mountain-ridges, E'en as the conquering Roland in light armour Morning may rise!

Hear in the brake the warbler! O, I exult, for someone shares my gladness: Haply she feeds her young, E'en as I feed my soul with ponderings. O sing, O sing: my dreams and yearnings changed To music will the easier reach heaven, The easier haunt earth. And after centuries perform my will there, Bearing in thought a blessing to the world, And greeting to mankind. “On the Journey to Eldorado” (1882).