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We Are Made One with What We Touch and See
We
are resolved into the supreme air,
We are made one with what we touch and see,
With our heart's blood each crimson
sun is fair,
With our young lives each springimpassioned tree
Flames into green, the wildest beasts that range
The
moor our kinsmen are, all life is one, and all is change.
With beat of systole and of diastole
One grand great
life throbs through earth's giant heart,
And mighty waves of single Being roll
From nerveless germ to man, for we
are part
Of every rock and bird and beast and hill,
One with the things that prey on us, and one with what we kill
One sacrament are consecrate, the earth
Not we alone hath passions hymeneal,
The yellow buttercups that shake
for mirth
At daybreak know a pleasure not less real
Than we do, when in some freshblossoming wood
We draw the
spring into our hearts, and feel that life is good
Is the light vanished from our golden sun,
Or is this daedalfashioned
earth less fair,
That we are nature's heritors, and one
With every pulse of life that beats the air?
Rather new
suns across the sky shall pass,
New splendour come unto the flower, new glory to the grass.
And we two lovers
shall not sit afar,
Critics of nature, but the joyous sea
Shall be our raiment, and the bearded star
Shoot arrows
at our pleasure! We shall be
Part of the mighty universal whole,
And through all Aeons mix and mingle with the Kosmic
Soul!.
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Whose cadence circles through the rhythmic spheres,
And all
the live World's throbbing heart shall be
One with our heart, the stealthy creeping years
Have lost their terrors
now, we shall not die,
The Universe itself shall be our Immortality!.
Oscar Wilde
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