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Fluid the world dowed under us: the hills, | Fluid the world dowed under us: the hills, | ||
Billow on billow of umbrageous green, | :: Billow on billow of umbrageous green, | ||
Heaved us, aghast, to fresh horizons, | :: Heaved us, aghast, to fresh horizons, | ||
One rapturous instant, blind with dash of rills | One rapturous instant, blind with dash of rills | ||
And Silver rising storms and dewy stills | And Silver rising storms and dewy stills | ||
Of dripping boulders, then the dim ravine | :: Of dripping boulders, then the dim ravine | ||
Drowned us again in leafage, whose serene | :: Drowned us again in leafage, whose serene | ||
Coverts grew loud With our tumultuous wills. | Coverts grew loud With our tumultuous wills. | ||
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Then all of nature’s old amazement | Then all of nature’s old amazement | ||
Sudden to ask us: "Is this also Man? | :: Sudden to ask us: "Is this also Man? | ||
This plunging, volant land-amphibian— | :: This plunging, volant land-amphibian— | ||
What Plato mused and Paracelsus dreamed? | What Plato mused and Paracelsus dreamed? | ||
Reply!" And piercing us with ancient scan, | :: Reply!" And piercing us with ancient scan, | ||
The shrill primeval hawk gazed and sreamed. | The shrill primeval hawk gazed and sreamed. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
Revision as of 11:05, 15 July 2024
| Author | MacKaye, Percy |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | Scribner’s Magazine |
| Publisher | - |
| Year of Publication | 1910 |
| Pages | 114 |
| Additional information | - |
Fluid the world dowed under us: the hills,
Billow on billow of umbrageous green,
Heaved us, aghast, to fresh horizons,
One rapturous instant, blind with dash of rills
And Silver rising storms and dewy stills
Of dripping boulders, then the dim ravine
Drowned us again in leafage, whose serene
Coverts grew loud With our tumultuous wills.
Then all of nature’s old amazement
Sudden to ask us: "Is this also Man?
This plunging, volant land-amphibian—
What Plato mused and Paracelsus dreamed?
Reply!" And piercing us with ancient scan,
The shrill primeval hawk gazed and sreamed.
