Poem by Arthur Davison Ficke

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I am in love with high far-seeing places
That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm, —
In love with hours when from the circling faces
Veils pass, and laughing fellowship glows warm.
You who look on me with grave eyes where rapture
And April love of living burn confessed, —
The Gods are good!  The world lies free to capture!
Life has no walls.  O take me to your breast!
Take me, — be with me for a moment's span! —
I am in love with all unveilèd faces.
I seek the wonder at the heart of man;
I would go up to the far-seeing places.
While youth is ours, turn toward me for a space
The marvel of your rapture-lighted face!

1. Opus 67
2. Like Him Whose Spirit in the Blaze of Noon
3. Fate, with Devoted and Incessant Care
4. Among Shadows
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