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entangled.
Until every root is stirred,
Under their dropped diadems.
Under their dropped diadems.
Swallows thicken through the air,—
Curve and drift of plumy brown,—
Wafting, showering everywhere,
Melody's light seed-notes down.
Curve and drift of plumy brown,—
Wafting, showering everywhere,
Melody's light seed-notes down.
Beauty, music on the earth;
Music, beauty in the sky;
Guess the mystery of their birth!
All the haunting what and why.
Music, beauty in the sky;
Guess the mystery of their birth!
All the haunting what and why.
Nature weaves a marvellous braid;
Tints and tones how deftly blent.
Who unwinds the web she made?
Thou, who wearest her wise content.
Tints and tones how deftly blent.
Who unwinds the web she made?
Thou, who wearest her wise content.
Wrapped within her beauty's fold,
Of her song thyself a part,
Plainly are her secrets told
Unto thee, O pure of heart!
Of her song thyself a part,
Plainly are her secrets told
Unto thee, O pure of heart!
