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Rh How all things sparkle,

The dust is alive,

To the birth they arrive:

I snuff the breath of my morning afar,

I see the pale lustres condense to a star:

The fading colors fix,

The vanishing are seen,

And the world that shall be

Twins the world that has been.

I know the appointed hour,

I greet my office well,

Never faster, never slower

Revolves the fatal wheel!

The Fairest enchants me,

The Mighty commands me,

Saying, 'Stand in thy place;

Up and eastward turn thy face;

As mountains for the morning wait,

Coming early, coming late,

So thou attend the enriching Fate

Which none can stay, and none accelerate.'

I am neither faint nor weary,

Fill thy will, O faultless heart!

Here from youth to age I tarry,—

Count it flight of bird or dart.

My heart at the heart of things

Heeds no longer lapse of time,

Rushing ages moult their wings,

Bathing in thy day sublime.