The world may be diminishing
The woods also may be voiceless
But the sound of grumbling
The sky may be too dark
That nothing can be discovered
The hills may be covered
And the sea a dark wonder
All these passes over
Yet their feet shall not fluctuate
And their hands shall not quiver
Fear shall not alter
The lips and the eyes of the lover
About the Creator
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