From: The Dial, Vol. I, No. III (Jan. 1841)
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Published: Weeks Jordan and Company 1841 Boston
THE two were wandering mid the bursting spring;
They loved each other with a lofty love;
So holy was their love that now no thing
To them seemed strange. The golden light above
And all around was part of it, and flowed
From out their souls; so did the clouds which showed
A changing glory. Birds on rustling wing,
Flowers upon slender waving stems did spring
Forth from their feelingsātender, full of mirth,
Swift soaring, or more lowly loving earth.
Old Ocean ceased its vast complaint. Its voice
Of mystery grew articulate. Waves rejoice
Beholding souls far greater than the abyss
Wherein they swelled. Earth stood enriched
With wondrous beauty. Over each bare stone
Spread clinging moss. Nothing did stand alone
Or mournful now. All wild, fierce sounds were hushed.
The wind that once on wilful whirlwinds rushed,
Now bore aloft sweet sounds of jubilee.
The glorious hour had come; Earth did see
Herself no longer orphaned, and with song
Of love and life joined the high harmony,
Which through the universe forever rolls along.
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