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NO water has abiding dwelling-place
Within one feeble hollow of the earth,
Which with the sky is face to face.
Let the noon glow, and the wind blow,
Some little of it must escape,
A flake of cloud or pearls among the grass.


Let the sun fill the house-wall yonder,
And blue be on thy highest pane of glass,
And thy feet shall be naked and warm among the sands,
And with thine eyes the birds shall wander....