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To come in touch with mysteries

Of beauty idealizing Earth,

Go seek the hills, grown old with trees,

The old hills wise with death and birth.

There you may hear the heart that beats

In streams, where music has its source;

And in wild rocks of green retreats

Behold the silent soul of force.

Above the love that emanates

From human passion, and reflects

The flesh, must be the love that waits

On Nature, whose high call elects

None to her secrets save the few

Who hold that facts are far less real

Than dreams, with which all facts indue

Themselves approaching the Ideal.