Pan and Æolus: Poems

And no one has stopped to read God's word On the fiery heavens scrolled Save an old man dreaming of boyhood's days, And a boy who would fain be old.

I am the speech of prophets when their eyes Behold some splendid vision of the soul; The song of morning stars, the hills' replies, The far call of the immaterial pole.

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