Rivers and winds among the twisted hills
PRINT DAMAGED - P. 507
Heaven swarms with stars, or the city street
Pullulates with passing feet;
So swarmed my senses once, that now
Repose behind my tranquil brow,
Unsealed, asleep, quiescent, clear;
Now only the vast shapes I hear —
Hear — and my hearing slowly fills —
Rivers and winds among the twisting hills,
And hearken — and my face is lit —
Life facing, Death pursuing it.
Heaven swarms with stars, or the city street
Pullulates with passing feet;
So swarmed my senses once, that now
Repose behind my tranquil brow,
Unsealed, asleep, quiescent, clear;
Now only the vast shapes I hear —
Hear — and my hearing slowly fills —
Rivers and winds among the twisting hills,
And hearken — and my face is lit —
Life facing, Death pursuing it.
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