Poem for Today
This is a haunted world. It hath no breeze
But is the echo of some voice beloved:
Its pines have human tones;
its billows wear
The color and the sparkle of dear eyes.
Its flowers are sweet with
touch of tender hands
That once clasped ours. All things are beautiful
something lovelier than themselves,
Which breathes within them, and will never die. Ã¯Â¿Â½
Haunted, Ã¯Â¿Â½ but
not with any spectral gloom;
Earth is suffused, inhabited by heaven.
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