The nature seems pleasing pleasure to me
Antidote of my pain and be mine a thing of beauty
Winds, her mantle-touch, dark clouds her hairs be
Streams, her bracelets and the blue sky is her purity
With them, nature be a perfect joy for me but
Same as I feel with the attributes of my own lady
Her smiles sweeten my pain, breathes bless my heart
And thrust of her lips make me more her greedy
Oh! Yet I am always confused to hold
Which of them is true to be my Heart-Lyre
Shine same both but which is not gold
Goldsmith-time will tell burning them on truth-fire
If nature be tyrant, will effect to all one -
either one be theist or atheist
Or if she be deceptive, effect to me only
Nor the west nor the east
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