In the Hollow of Every Hill . . .

   

In the hollow of every hill

There was ingress

In the cradle of every cloud

Was the door

From the echo in the world that

Held the key

Could be known the entering

In-ways of the light

In the hill that is my hardship

Came my help

In the cloud that wore me constant

Was my sight

All nature’s things around me

Were my gifts

They told me all I needed

Which was life

For every ill there was

A cure

For every heartache there was

A Joy

For every mystery that ever

Caught me

I’ve known a welcome

Could be found inside it

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At dusk the dew settles on the ground

Moistens my fields                             

Inspiriting hope in them

The sun sinks below the sky-edge

And satisfies the heart

Upward my seeing eyes are lifted

By the pull of it

Till---by its careful capturing

Sight loses this---

Its first sky---for the second

And the merely straight

For a life that flies

  

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At daybreak the dew lies still

Upon my fragrant herbs

Sparkles in their silver songs

The sun rises above the sky-edge

And delights the lark

Upward its listening heart is drawn

By the light of it---

Till---by some endless enclosing

Sense loses this---

Its first reaching soul---for spirit

And---second sight---

And the merely straight

For a life that twirls as it flies

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