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WE TWO—HOW LONG WE WERE FOOL'D.

WE two—how long we were fool'd!
Now transmuted, we swiftly escape, as Nature escapes;
We are Nature—long have we been absent, but now
         we return;
We become plants, leaves, foliage, roots, bark;
We are bedded in the ground—we are rocks;
We are oaks—we grow in the openings side by side;
We browse—we are two among the wild herds, spon-
         taneous as any;
We are two fishes swimming in the sea together;
We are what the locust blossoms are—we drop scent
         around the lanes, mornings and evenings;
We are also the coarse smut of beats, vegetables,
         minerals;
We are two predatory hawks—we soar above, and look
         down;
We are two resplendent suns—we it is who balance
         ourselves, orbic and stellar—we are as two
         comets;
We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods—we
         spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving
         overhead;
We are seas mingling—we are two of those cheerful
         waves, rolling over each other, and interwetting
         each other;
We are what the atmosphere is, transparent, receptive,
         pervious, impervious;
We are snow, rain, cold, darkness—we are each pro-
         duct and influence of the globe;
We have circled and circled till we have arrived home
         again—we two have;
We have voided all but freedom, and all but our own
         joy.
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