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Feet of beauty, fir

Arches white on rosy heel!

Whence the life-spring, throbbing, panting,

Pulses upward to reveal!

Fairest things know least despising;

Foot and earth

Upward to sublientle, full and free;

Soft and slow, like certain hoping,

Drawing nigh the broad firm knee

Up to speech! As up to roses

Pants the life froe discloses,

Nearer still, expression's power

Lo! fair sweeps, white surges, twining

Up and outward fearlessly!

Te,

Lift a holy e surprises

Mount aloft on such a stair!

So fair

Bands and sweeps, and hill and hollow

Lead my fascinated eye;

Some apocalypse will follow,

So,

With new thoughts and wonders rife,

Queenlyhouse of life!

Sudden heaving, unforbidden

Sighs eternal, still the same--

Mounts of snow have summits hidden

In thenearly

Finds no speech for earnest pain;

Finds a soundless sighing ain

Heart, the queen, with secret hoping,

Sendeth out her waiting pair;

Hands, blind hands, half blindly groping,