EVERYWHERE
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Through the dark-walled wood I wander, By the leaf that lisps in the night-breath tender, And songs that listless wings of insects render,— Thou art here! Where, thundering from ocean’s flume, Far flies the foaming spume, And the waters of the crest seethe to the hollow’s gloom, Thy spirit dwells. Still, in the soundless space of stars, Where comets glide with golden bars, All unrivalled, all beloved, in those stars Thou livest.
