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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,
We are two predatory hawks—we soar above, and look
We are two resplendent suns—we it is who balance
ourselves, orbic and stellar—we are as two
We prowl fang'd and four-footed in the woods—we
spring on prey;
We are two clouds, forenoons and afternoons, driving
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


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