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  • Happily whirlygigged in my canoe,
    Glorying in the push and the play,
    There comes a sudden wind,
    A breath,
    A shout of power.

    Troubling the waters,
    And roaring on the ridges,

    Currying the backs of the hills,
    With a twig-fingered multitude,
    Of dancing trees.

    The earth and sky,
    Are a swirl of oneness,

    The cobwebs sweep away,

    The dear moon is near,
    And clear air holds the glory,
    Of the spheres.

    Serene in their wakeless paths,
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