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NATURE


The parties in both casesEnjoining secrecy,—Inviolable compactTo notoriety.


XXXIII

HOW happy is the little stoneThat rambles in the road alone,And doesn’t care about careers,And exigencies never fears;Whose coat of elemental brownA passing universe put on;And independent as the sun,Associates or glows alone,Fulfilling absolute decreeIn casual simplicity.


XXXIV

IT sounded as if the streets were running,And then the streets stood still.Eclipse was all we could see at the window,And awe was all we could feel.
By and by the boldest stole out of his covert,To see if time was there.Nature was in her beryl apron,Mixing fresher air.

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