Showed me things wonderful, unbound 
The fetters that beset me round, 
Opened my waking ear to sound 
That may not by a man be found, except in sleep. 
 
Thy presence was as subtle flame 
Burning in dawny groves ;  thy name 
Like dew upon the hills became, 
 
And all thy mind a star most bright ; 
And, following with wakeful eyes 
The strait meridian of the wise, 
My feet tread under stars and skies ; 
My spirit soars and seeks and flies, a child of light. 
 
Thus eager, may my purpose stand 
Firm as the faith of honest hand, 
Nor change like castles built of sand 
 
Until the sweet unchanging end. 
Happy not only that my eye 
Single and strong may win the sky, 
But that one day the birds that fly 
Heard your fair friendship call me by the name of 
 
friend. 
 
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