MAN AND HIS MAKERS.
Reading edition
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I am one of the wind's stories, I am a fancy of the rain,— A memory of the high noon's glories, The hint the sunset had of pain.
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They dreamed me as they dreamed all other; Hawthorn and I, I and the grass, With sister shade and phantom brother Across their slumber glide and pass.
3.
Twilight is in my blood, my being Mingles with trees and ferns and stones; Thunder and stars my lips are freeing, And there is sea-rack in my bones.
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Those that have dreamed me shall out-wake me, But I go hence with flowers and weeds; I am no more to those who make me Than other drifting fruit and seeds.
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And though I love them—mourn to leave them— Sea, earth and sunset, stars and streams, My tears, my passing do not grieve them... Other dreams have they, other dreams.