AMOR
VITÆ
I love the
warm bare earth and all
That works and dreams
thereon:
I love the seasons yet to fall:
I love the ages
gone,
The valleys
with the sheeted grain,
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The river’s smiling
might,
The merry wind, the rustling rain,
The vastness of
the night.
I love the
morning’s flame, the steep
Where down the vapour
clings:
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I love the clouds that float and sleep,
And every bird that
sings.
I love the
purple shower that pours
On far-off fields
at even:
I love the pine-wood dusk whose floors
15
Are like the courts
of heaven.
I love the
heaven’s azure span,
The grass beneath
my feet:
I love the face of every man
Whose thought is
swift and sweet.
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I let the
wrangling world go by,
And like an idle
breath
Its echoes and its phantoms fly:
I care no joy for
death.
Time like
a Titan bright and strong
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Spreads one enchanted
gleam:
Each hour is but a fluted song,
And life a lofty
dream.
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