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Waters flowing dark and bright

In the sunlight or the moon,

Fill my soul with such delight

As some visible music might;

As some slow, majestic tune

Made material to the sight.

Blossoms colored like the skies,

Sunset-hued and tame or wild,

Fill my soul with such surmise

As the mind might realize

If one’s thoughts, all undefiled,

Should take form before the eyes.

So to me do these appeal;

So they sway me every hour:

Letting all their beauty steal

On my soul to make it feel

Through a rivulet or flower,

More than any words reveal.