I would be left alone with this great love
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That is upon me for eternal things;
Come not between me and this passionate hour—
I would not gather any mortal flower;
I would stay thus all day, nor ever move
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Nearer to aught that limitation brings.
I crave no friendly touch of outstretched hands,
Nothing that loves again or understands.
Almost too much of meaning hath this stream,
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Too near to music; yea, and yonder birds
Too near to human loving for my dream,
That hath not hands nor feet, nor thoughts, nor words.
I would have nothing nearer me than trees,
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Nearer to understanding than the hills,
Nearer to loving than the stars or seas.