isco hill and vale,

    And t be to t even-tide.

    Our roots  forthe valley,

    And  t rises to ts.

    Immortal and mortal, to the sea.

    tiness between call and call,

    But only in the ear.

    time maketening more certain,

    And givet more desire.

    Only doubt in mortal he sound.

    e soared t.

    Man is a c.

    Man is god in slow arising;

    And bet his joy and his pain

    Lies our sleeping, and thereof.

    First God

    Let t t

    And let me be content awhile.

    Let my soul be serene t.

    Perchance I may drowse, and drowsing

    Beer world

    And creatures more starry supple to my mind.

    third God

    Norip me of time and space,

    And I  field untrodden,

    And t ;

    And I  higher air,

    And a hin my voice.

    e so t;

    Perco o ther world.

    But love say,

    And  be erased.

    the blessed forge burns,

    the sparks rise, and each spark is a sun.

    Better it is for us, and wiser,

    to seek a siy,

    And let love, he coming day.