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uld chance find blowing, With lovely resurrected face From Autumn's rust and Winter's snowing-- I laugh to think of my disgrace. A simple brook, a simple flower, A simple wood in green array,-- What, Nature, thy mysterious power To bind and heal our mortal clay? What mystic surgery is thine, Whose eyes of us seem all unheeding, That even so sad a heart as mine Laughs at the wounds that late were bleeding?-- Yea! sadder hearts, O Power Divine. I think we are not otherwise Than all the children of thy knee; For so each furred and winged one flies, Wounded, to lay its heart on thee; And, strangely nearer to thy breast, Knows, and yet knows not, of thy healing, Asking but there awhile to rest, With wisdom beyond our revealing-- Knows and yet knows not, and is blest. LOVE ETERNAL The human heart will never change, The human dream will still go on, The enchanted earth be ever strange With moonlight and the morning sun, And still the seas shall shout for joy, And swing the stars as in a glass, The girl be angel for the boy, The lad be hero for the lass. The fashions of our mortal brains New names for dead men's thoughts shall give, But we find not for all our pains Why 'tis so wonderful to live; The beauty of a meadow-flower Shall make a mock of all our skill, And God, upon his lonely tower Shall keep his secret--secret still. The old magician of the skies, With coloured and sweet-smelling things, Shall charm the sense and trance the eyes, Still onward through a million springs; And nothing old and nothing new Into the magic world be born, Yea! nothing older than the dew, And nothing younger than the morn. Delight and Destiny and Death Shall still the mortal story weave, Man shall not lengthen out his breath, Nor stay when it is time to leave; And all in vain for him to ask His little meaning in the Whole, Done well or ill his tiny task, The mystic making of his soul. Ah! love, and is it not enough To have our part in this romance Made of such planetary stuff, Strange partners in the cosmic dance? Though Life be all too swift a dream, And its fair rose must fade and fall, Life has no sorrow in its scheme As never to have lived at all. This fire that through our being runs, When our two hearts
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