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From “Resurgam”
I FEEL my spirit stir and half awake, | |
| Then look in bright bewilderment at dawn. | |
| O waking past all dreaming! | |
| O Love Imperious that hast called me forth from out my valley’s shadow! | |
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| A mighty whirlwind, breath of the living God, | 5 |
| Sweeps from beyond the barricades of night, and, stooping low, | |
| Lifts me from out my dust and sets me free. | |
| I feel the Power that moors me to Itself; | |
| That keeps the rhythmic pattern of the stars; | |
| That spins, like a fiery plaything in the air, | 10 |
| The earth that was my home. | |
| My hour is great with leisure; | |
| My day is manifest. | |
| O clamorous world!—thy wasting fires | |
| Have burned themselves to ashes. | 15 |
| O foolish pomp!—thy futile stride | |
| As an image in a glass has passed away. | |
| Time’s mystery and menace are resolved: | |
| The Now of Man is God’s Forevermore. | |
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| My heart is as a forest treed with wonder. | 20 |
| The cymbals of my joyance make a stirring sound, | |
| My singing shakes the day. | |
| I know myself at last: | |
| Thou, glorious One, hast revealed me to myself. | |
| As new-born planets sang in ecstasy, | 25 |
| So sing the voices of my thankfulness. | |
| I praise Thee! | |
| I glorify Thee! | |
| Thou art the Singer, man Thy Song; | |
| My spirit on its summit shouts Thy name! | 30 |
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| O Singer, Who hast sent me forth, | |
| I am returned to Thee! | |
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