Book XXXII. From Noon to Starry Night: Spirit That Form’D Theis Scene
(Written in Platte Canyon, Colorado)
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;
Wast 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.
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