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Looking out my window, watching 
People, multitudes of people 
pass by going on to destinies 
unknown to me. 

Looking out my window, feeling 
Nature, still struggling 
to maintain balance 
as the rain pounds against 
my window. 

August of another summer, and once again
I am drinking the sun
and the lilies again are spread across the water.
I know now what they want is to touch each other.
I have not been here for many years
during which time I kept living my life.

Long live the weeds that overwhelm
My narrow vegetable realm!--
The bitter rock, the barren soil
That force the son of man to toil;
All things unholy, marked by curse,
The ugly of the universe.
The rough, the wicked and the wild

The leaves, like women, interchange
Sagacious confidence;
Somewhat of nods, and somewhat of
Portentous inference, 
The parties in both cases
Enjoining secrecy,-
Inviolable copact
To notoriety.

I think that the Root of the Wind is Water—
It would not sound so deep
Were it a Firmamental Product—
Airs no Oceans keep—
Mediterranean intonations—
To a Current’s Ear—
There is a maritime conviction
In the Atmosphere—

Hello young lovers,
Whoever you are,
I hope your troubles are few.
All my good wishes go with you tonight,
I've been in love like you.

The gods intended you for me: I had searched
store after store, nothing fit, in a whole world
of hats and hatmakers, nothing had been made for me,
Lilliputian or giant, it scarcely matters which.
 
Then I was directed – it cannot have been chance –

I thought I had forgotten,
But it all came back again
To-night with the first spring thunder
In a rush of rain.

I remembered a darkened doorway
Where we stood while the storm swept by,
Thunder gripping the earth

There's a poem in every flower, 
a sonnet in every tree, 
a tale in every lifetime
it's just for you to see…

there's a lyric in every brook
as it rushes over rocks, 
there's an ode in every nuance, 
as love's wonder unlocks, 

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride 
Wearing white for Eastertide.