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COROT

The trees rise tall and taller, liftedOn a subtle rush of cool grey flameThat issuing out of the dawn has sifted  The spirit from each leaf’s frame.
For the trailing, leisurely rapture of lifeDrifts dimly forward, easily hiddenBy bright leaves uttered aloud, and strife  Of shapes in the grey mist chidden.
The grey, phosphorescent, pellucid advanceOf the luminous purpose of God, shines outWhere the lofty trees athwart stream chance  To shake flakes of its shadow about.
The subtle, steady rush of the wholeGrey foam-mist of advancing God,As He silently sweeps to His somewhere, his goal,  Is heard in the grass of the sod.
Is heard in the windless whisper of leavesIn the silent labours of men in the fields,In the downward dropping of flimsy sheaves  Of cloud the rain skies yield.
In the tapping haste of a fallen leaf,In the flapping of red-roof smoke, and the smallFoot-stepping tap of men beneath  These trees so huge and tall.

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