WE too can feel such pangs within our soul
As you can sing of ; we too, we have known
The stirrings of such love, we can but groan
Within ourselves, nor utter, at the whole
Whirl of rich passions myriad-hued, that roll
Through pulsing human life. The winds far-blown,
The tossing ocean, grass and flower and stone.
Hill, valley, dawn, noon, sunset, fill the bowl
Of passionate love in hearts that overflow
In yearning silence, envying still your gift
God gave, to ease your souls in song, and lift
Strains that reveal your vision’s fire and show
What we too see, yet cannot, all unswift
In speech, express, nor tell the things we know.
(Alec de Candole)
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