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Rh no name, no cares, no kin,
 * Beneath the whole blue sky,

None ever had a gladder heart
 * Or freer limbs than I.

The sun shines bright, my step is light,
 * I, who have no abode,

Jeer at the stuck, monotonous
 * Black posts along the road.

The wood is still,
 * As here I sit

My heart drinks in
 * The peace of it.

A something stirs
 * I know not where,

Some quiet spirit
 * In the air.

O tall straight stems!
 * O cool deep green!

O hand unfelt!
 * O face unseen!