EARTH! my likeness!
Though you look so impassive, ample and spheric there,
I now suspect that is not all;
I now suspect there is something fierce in you, eligible to burst
forth;
For an athlete is enamour’d of me–and I of him;
But toward him there is something fierce and terrible in me, eligible
to burst forth,
I dare not tell it in words–not even in these songs.
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