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BATHING RHYME
Like the perfume of a flower
Penetrates the sea and air
Making everything more fair:
Pleasure stabbing to the brain
With the joy that touches pain.
Of the water's strength made free,
We're a part of all the sea
Close its clean caress enfolds,
And each joy that motion holds
Taste we—glad to be alive—
Race the curling waves, or dive
To green dusk, and meet the day
Swift before has passed away
All our crystal pathway thick
With the bubbles rising quick;
Or when that is done we lie
Rocking, gazing at the sky,
Blue and sweet and purely lit
That we gasp to look on it....
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