Spirit that Form\'d this Scene
de Walt Whitman(2005)
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Spirit that form\'d this scene,
These tumbled rock-piles grim and red,
These reckless heaven-ambitious peaks,
These gorges, turbulent-clear streams, this naked freshness,
These formless wild arrays, for reasons of their own,
I know thee, savage spirit we have communed together,
Mine too such wild arrays, for reasons of their own;
Was\'t charged against my chants they had forgotten art?
To fuse within themselves its rules precise and delicatesse?
The lyrist\'s measur\'d beat, the wrought-out temple\'s
grace column and polish\'d arch forgot?
But thou that revelest here spirit that form\'d this scene,
They have remember\'d thee.