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the song, that rests upon the cloud; I am the sun: I am the dawn, the day, the hiding shroud, When dusk is done.

I am the changing colours of the tree; The flower uncurled: I am the melancholy of the sea; I am the world.

The other souls that, passing in their place, Each in his groove; Outstretching hands that chain me and embrace, Speak and reprove.

"O atom of that law, by which the earth Is poised and whirled: Behold! you hurrying with the crowd assert You are the world."

Am I not one with all the things that be Warm in the sun? All that my ears can hear, or eyes can see, Till all be done.

Of song and shine, of changing leaf apart, Of bud uncurled: With all the senses pulsing at my heart, I am the world.