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  I am a part of all you see

  In Nature; part of all you feel:

  I am the impact of the bee

  Upon the blossom; in the tree

  I am the sap,—that shall reveal

  The leaf, the bloom,—that flows and flutes

  Up from the darkness through its roots.

  I am the vermeil of the rose,

  The perfume breathing in its veins;

  The gold within the mist that glows

  Along the west and overflows

  With light the heaven; the dew that rains

  Its freshness down and strings with spheres

  Of wet the webs and oaten ears.

  I am the egg that folds the bird;

  The song that beaks and breaks its shell;

  The laughter and the wandering word

  The water says; and, dimly heard,

  The music of the blossom's bell

  When soft winds swing it; and the sound

  Of grass slow-creeping o'er the ground.

  I am the warmth, the honey-scent

  That throats with spice each lily-bud

  That opens, white with wonderment,

  Beneath the moon; or, downward bent,

  Sleeps with a moth beneath its hood:

  I am the dream that haunts it too,

  That crystallizes into dew.

  I am the seed within the pod;

  The worm within its closed cocoon:

  The wings within the circling clod,

  The germ, that gropes through soil and sod

  To beauty, radiant in the noon:

  I am all these, behold! and more—

  I am the love at the world-heart's core.