96
WIND-HARP
SONGS.
Come
back
!
O
touch
me
once
again
!
Come
back
!
******
O
wonderful
and
sweet
;
why
should
you
love
him
so!
if
Poetry
is
the
rhythmical
interpretation
and
ex
pression
of
charm.
A
LARGER
LIFE.
WAKE
to
the
dawn
of
a
Larger
Life,
Sleepers
dull
in
the
Night
of
Now
;
Beat
your
hearts
to
a
wider
strife,
Build
your
thought
in
a
broader
brow
!
For
the
hills
are
high
(hat
hold
the
sky,
And
the
waters
are
wide
that
wash
the
world,
And
the
breaths
of
all
r,iot,
that
live
or
die,
The
winds
have
given
and
caught
and
whirled.
Be
free
and
conscious
of
all
you
are,
Dignity
and
a
selfness
great,
Life
at
one
with
the
farthest
star,
With
all
of
Nature
in
every
state
!
For
the
hills
are
high
that
hold
the
sky,
And
the
waters
are
wide
that
wash
the
world,
And
the
breaths
of
all
men,
you
and
/,
Forever
and
ever
the
ivinds
have
hurled.
