I am the poet of nature,
when thought descends,
a soul, I become, in every atom,
I merge, I blend.
A soul, I become, in every atom,
I merge, I blend.
Your gathering, your radiance,
what need for a crime?
Your gathering, your radiance,
what need for a crime?
I lift and carry, oh cruel one,
I carry away, in time.
I lift and carry, oh cruel one,
I carry away, in time.
Oh, the compulsions,
that love compels!
Oh, the compulsions,
that love compels!
They counsel me, and yet,
I counsel them as well.
They counsel me, and yet,
I counsel them as well.
A heart, and storms,
the wind in its core,
A heart, and storms,
the wind in its core,
A glass, that shatters,
against every stone I deplore.
A glass, that shatters,
against every stone I deplore.
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