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See how, like lightest waves at play, the airy dancers fleet;
Ob, are they flying shadows from their native forms set free?Or phantoms in the fairy ring that summer moonbeams see?As, by the gentle zephyr blown, some light mist flees in air,As skiffs that skim adown the tide, when silver waves are fair,So sports the docile footstep to the heave of that sweet measure,As music wafts…
Both of us seek for truth–in the world without thou dost seek it,
If the eye be healthy, it sees from without the Creator;And if the heart, then within doubtless it mirrors the world.
If thou never hast gazed upon beauty in moments of sorrow,
If thou never hast gazed upon gladness in beauteous features,Thou canst with truth never boast that thou true gladness hast seen.
Sure of the spring that warms them into birth,
And dost thou doubt the eternal spring sublime,For deeds–the seeds which wisdom sows in time.
Two genii are there, from thy birth through weary life to guide thee;
With gleesome play to cheer the path, the one comes blithe with beauty,And lighter, leaning on her arm, the destiny and duty.With jest and sweet discourse she goes unto the rock sublime,Where halts above the eternal sea the shuddering child of time.The other here, resolved and mute and solemn, claspeth thee,And bears thee in her…