The current in with I drifted ran
rapid and strong when i was young .
The spring breeze was spend thrift
of itself ,the trees were on fire with
flowers ; and the birds never slept
from singing .
I sailed with giddy speed , carried a way by the flood of passion ; I had
no time to see and fell and take
the world into my being .
Now that youth has ebbed and I am
stranded on the bank , I can hear
The deep music of all things , and
the sky opens to me its heart of stars.
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