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CANTO III.] LXXXIX.

All Heaven and Earth are still—though not in sleep,

But breathless, as we grow when feeling most;

And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep:—

All Heaven and Earth are still: From the high host

Of stars, to the lulled lake and mountain-coast,

All is concentered in a life intense,

Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost,

But hath a part of Being, and a sense

Of that which is of all Creator and Defence.