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All things by immortal power,
Near and Far
Hiddenly
To each other linked are,
That thou canst not stir a...
Spring is come home with her world-wandering feet.
And all the things are made young with young...
Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare
And left the flushed print in a poppy there.
The innocent moon, that nothing does but shine,
Moves all the labouring surges of the...
Nothing begins and nothing ends
That is not paid with moan;
For we are born in others' pain.
And perish in...