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 To float the heavens sublime in form and hue, Then turning cold and dark in order due Rain weeping back to swell the Sea beneath.

One part of me shall feed a little worm, And it a bird on which a man may feed; One lime the mould, one nourish insect-sperm; One thrill sweet grass, one pulse in bitter weed; This swell a fruit, and that evolve in air; Another trickle to a springlet's lair, Another paint a daisy on the mead:

With cosmic interchange of parts for all, Through all the modes of being numberless Of every element, as may befall. And if earth's general soul hath consciousness, Their new life must with strange new joy be thrilled, Of perfect law all perfectly fulfilled; No sin, no fear, no failure, no excess.

Weary of living isolated life, Weary of hoping hopes for ever vain, Weary of struggling in all-sterile strife, Weary of thought which maketh nothing plain, I close my eyes and hush my panting breath, And yearn for Thee, divinely tranquil Death, To come and soothe away my bitter pain.