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Rh And well he loved to quit his home

And, Calmuck, in his wagon roam

To read new landscapes and old skies;—

But oh, to see his solar eyes

Like meteors which chose their way

And rived the dark like a new day!

Not lazy grazing on all they saw,

Each chimney-pot and cottage door,

Farm-gear and village picket-fence,

But, feeding on magnificence,

They bounded to the horizon's edge

And searched with the sun's privilege.

Landward they reached the mountains old

Where pastoral tribes their flocks infold,

Saw rivers run seaward by cities high

And the seas wash the low-hung sky;

Saw the endless rack of the firmament

And the sailing moon where the cloud was rent,

And through man and woman and sea and star

Saw the dance of Nature forward and far,

Through worlds and races and terms and times

Saw musical order and pairing rhymes.

II

The gods talk in the breath of the woods,

They talk in the shaken pine,

And fill the long reach of the old seashore

With dialogue divine;