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Rh Mountain speech to Highlanders,

Ocean tongues to islanders,

To Fin, and Lap, and swart Malay,

To each his bosom secret say.

Come learn with me the fatal song

Which knits the world in music strong,

Whereto every bosom dances,

Kindled with courageous fancies.

Come lift thine eyes to lofty rhymes,

Of things with things, of times with times,

Primal chimes of sun and shade,

Of sound and echo, man and maid,

The land reflected in the flood,

Body with shadow still pursued.

For Nature beats in perfect tune,

And rounds with rhyme her every rune,

Whether she work in land or sea,

Or hide underground her alchemy.

Thou canst not wave thy staff in air,

Or dip they paddle in the lake,

But it carves the bow of beauty there,

And the ripples in rhymes the oar forsake.