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And life works through the growing quietness,
 To bring some darling mystery into form:
Beauty her fairest Possible would dress
     In colors pure and warm.

Within the depths of palpitating seas
 A tender tint,—anon a line of grace,
Some lovely thought from its dull atom frees,
     The coming joy to trace:—

A pencilled moss on tablets of the sand,
 Such as shall veil the unbudded maiden-blush
Of beauty yet to gladden the green land;—
     A breathing, through the hush,

Of some sealed perfume longing to burst out,
 And give its prisoned rapture to the air;—
A brooding hope, a promise through a doubt,
     Is whispered everywhere.

And, every dawn a shade more clear, the skies
 A flush as from the heart of heaven disclose:
Through earth and sea and air a message flies,
     Prophetic of the Rose.