O read the world, all its wonder! At your golden gaze And the elements respond In mute homage; fire wings Flame-drenched and wind-beat Grass violins hum In slow, rhythmical motion. Fires burn beyond this fading earth Luminous tints in the sky.

Ah! you are the seeking soul! That gleams over every direction! Try the noise between the trees, The silence of evening shadows. Dip your hand into the cool Wells of memory - prisons of sound.

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