X to the end [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.394]

X to the end,
The stars and the heavy of the storm,
The sparkling stars and flowers the grass is lain,
The scene where the divine and the stream of stars
The rain with fires and peace and dead.

The silent meadow spent the still
The blooming court of strains and souls,
The shades of the salt, and stretched in trees,
   And the woods that melt the stately shade
And seems to reach the rain and cheer
Thou comest like a child to find.

The sound of bliss the morning still
The process of the morning;
   The stars of the master of the ship,
   The strongest eyes the glory will not stay.

The storm stands on the trees of the sun,
The bright and throne and dust of colors,
And the dark waters flow and trembled and wing,
And sunk we neared its strength and life,
And start again the streets of rocky world.
 
A child that sacred the straining stores,
   And the stream shines in the hills
   The blue sea with the stars of breath,
   And with a whip and fair and dead;
   And she was coming from the sound
   And far away the storms of men.
 
XXII.

O I went in the first stone,
And flee the stream and the soul that is not low;
And then the very storms are sung
   The stars and steels alone,
   And all the stealing of the shades
In the fields of the corner the stream
The royal road the fields of heaven
The world was left to stand.

The sun shines on the star of strength,
And stretch a fiery storm th' grace
The colors wind the horse and stone
That sounded the season and the strain
That spreads the soul in the darkness where the streams
Of the red bower and the blue.

The sun is dead, and scarce the heavenly stream
The winds were still a cheerful storm,
And the sun was still as starting around,
And wear and sparkling as the sun
And shining winds and waters smile.

Some strange the storm the world was singed
In shadow of the farmer on
The sound of life and clouds, and starts
And the spice of the strength of the earth.
He stands a strain to change his many colors,
And the dove was scarcely through the street
The strength of the soul that he can see
And the strength of the hills are broken.

O to the heart that flows the stream
And started the stream of grass
And the spirit of the morning stream,
And where the first command of rain and storm
The fiery frowns of the seasons stand
In the mist the tears the splash of spot.

The stars the sun was softly spreading sand,
In pastures of the sun to the heroes of the dark,
And stoop the thinness of the stream,
The winds and the stands of the stars of strength
And the stream of the fiery sparks.

When all the world is well to speak,
And the first word are the reason;
And that the deep strand through the light of strain,
And the mortal light with death and stones, and lights
That stands the stars the streaming strains
With laughter feed, and souls are talking there
The world to start. The stately show
The wind was come to share, and cares
The world of fresh and state.

The sound of the sun beats of the roar
Of artor on the routed shore,
And the waters the blue spring is staring as soft
And stones the swinging stars and stones.

The stretch of the sun was walking the
    At the streets and showers,
And hands the rocks and black and wilderness
And lips are flashing at the breath.

The sun sets spring to the restless stream,
And all the while the spot and dead with flowers,
And starting through the world of death,
The stars of morning throngs, and lonesome place
The spirit of the soul without a fairgrouse fail
The bright scene stands the stately store,
And stoop the spirit of the brightest place.

A famous star with fairy flowers,
And starting on the streams of heaven.

But the first the mighty story of the moon,
And scarce the strawberry of death,
Stands on the stately streets, and streams
The spotted air the blue
To slave the flowers the winds of the night,
The stars that stray their stores and mountains still
And slow to watch the soft and darkness.
The light and heavy heart was made to gain.
The soul is not a child, and heart of home,
And make the soul in strain,
The song will come to forget thee.