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III. I looked into the heart, a waste of worlds, a sea,
And earth, air, water, fire, when thy decree is given,
There is no living heart but beats unfailingly V. As dust beneath thy feet the heaven that rolls on high:
The dust may turn to heaven, and heaven to dust decay;
How may the words of life that fill heaven’s utmost
part How can the sun’s own rays, a fairer gleam to fling,
How may the rose-grove all its glorious bloom unfold,
How can the darksome shell that sips the salt sea Stream
Oh, heart! should warm winds fan thee, should’st thou
floods endure, IX. I’ll tell thee why the spheres their whirling paths
began, I’ll tell thee why the morning winds blow o’er the
grove, I’ll tell thee why the night broods deep the earth
above, All riddles of the earth dost thou desire to prove?
XV. So shrinks the heart when Love draws near, For wheresoever Love finds room, So let him perish in the gloom,— |