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 These glisten and shine in eternal winter, And those of bronze, multicolored, alluring; From them flow jewels like drops of sinter And flicker and flame with candles enduring.

The streams that above, on the higher level, Like scarlet, granite and rubies are glowing, Turn paler as downward they move in a bevel And hence like rose-buds are gently flowing.

On lakes, deep-green, in harbors hidden, The skiffs spurning oars are rocking and swaying, They can pierce and plow the billows when bidden Past grasping cliffs and dragons preying.

Of creation, where he has but roused and directed A newness exalted is oft his delight, Where save his own will no will is reflected And where he holds sway o'er the weather and light.