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Undine.
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Each human form, each human heart
In nature's all is but a part,
And kin to all things here are we,
To bird and plant and fawn and tree.

And like the fawn or water-sprite
Or idle wind that blows,
With merry prank and spirits light
Thy happiness o'erflows;
At one with nature's every mood
Thou findest friends in stream and wood.

But when a soul in thee is born
With care and thought opprest,
Then love and life mysterious dawn
With sadness and unrest;
And kin to bird and fawn, I ween,
Akin thou art to forms unseen.