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Evening Songs
XXXIII
The night is fair and transparent—
One sees the heaven’s sainted;
The song, the odor, and the buzz
Hold the whole heart enchanted.
O pity, Thou art not with me,
To hear with me and wonder
How everything here tells its tale
To the clear heavens yonder.
How the whole world is but one song
The universe pervading,
And that from human hearts but comes
An echo, faint and fading.
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