...Filling all the abysses dim Of lornest space, in whose deeps regally Suns and their bright broods swim. All things have something more than barren use ; There is a scent upon the briar, A tremulous splendour on the autumn dews ; Cold morns are fringed with fire ; The clodded earth goes up in sweet breath'd...

...Filling all the abysses dim Of lornest space, in whose deeps regally Suns and their bright broods swim. All things have something more than barren use ; There is a scent upon the briar, A tremulous splendour on the autumn dews ; Cold morns are fringed with fire ; The clodded earth goes up in sweet breath'd...

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...just to sun and grain ; 'Tis laving at this moment Saturn's sides, — 'T is in my blood and brain. All things have something more than barren use ; There is a scent upon the briar, A tremulous splendor in the autumn dews, Cold morns are fringed with fire ; The clodded earth goes up in sweet-breathed...

...just to sun and grain ; 'T is laving at this moment Saturn's sides, — 'T is in my blood and brain. All things have something more than barren use ; There is a scent upon the brier, A tremulous splendor in the autumn dews, Cold morns are fringed with fire ; The clodded earth...

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...sternly just to sun and grain; 'Tis laving at this moment Saturn's sides, 'Tis in my blood and brain. All things have something more than barren use : There...tremulous splendour in the autumn dews, Cold morns are fringed with fire. The clodded earth goes up in sweet-breathed flowers, In music dies poor human speech...

...sternly just to sun and grain; ;Tis laving at this moment Saturn's sides, — 'Tis in my blood and brain. All things have something more than barren use; There is a scent upon the briar, A tremulous splendor in the autumn dews, Cold morns are fringed with fire ; And into beauty blow those hearts of...

...just to sun and grain ; 'Tis laving at this moment Saturn's sides, — 'Tis in my blood and brain. All things have something more than barren use; There is a scent upon the briar, A tremulous splendor in the autumn dews, Cold morns are fringed with fire ; The clodded earth goes up in sweet...

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