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Rh Lover of all things alive,

Wonderer at all he meets,

Wonderer chiefly at himself,—

Who can tell him what he is?

Or how meet in human elf

Coming and past eternities?

2.

And such I knew, a forest seer,

A minstrel of the natural year,

Foreteller of the vernal ides,

Wise harbinger of spheres and tides,

A lover true, who knew by heart

Each joy the mountain dales impart;

It seemed that Nature could not raise

A plant in any secret place,

In quaking bog, on snowy hill,

Beneath the grass that shades the rill,

Under the snow, between the rocks,

In damp fields known to bird and fox

But he would come in the very hour

It opened in its virgin bower,