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 To Outer Nature by Thomas Hardy 
						SHOW thee as I thought theeWhen I early sought thee,
 Omen-scouting,
 All undoubting
 Love alone had wrought thee--
 
 Wrought thee for my pleasure,
 Planned thee as a measure
 For expounding
 And resounding
 Glad things that men treasure.
 
 O for but a moment
 Of that old endowment--
 Light to gaily
 See thy daily
 Irisиd embowment!
 
 But such readorning
 Time forbids with scorning--
 Makes me see things
 Cease to be things
 They were in my morning.
 
 Fad'st thou, glow-forsaken,
 Darkness-overtaken!
 Thy first sweetness,
 Radiance, meetness,
 None shall reawaken.
 
 Why not sempiternal
 Thou and I? Our vernal
 Brightness keeping,
 Time outleaping;
 Passed the hodiernal!
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