“Let him sing to me
Who sees the watching of the stars above the day,
Who hears the singing of the sunrise
On its way
Through all the night.
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Let him sing to me
Who is the sky-voice, the thunder-lover,
Who hears above the winds’ fast flying shrouds
The drifted darkness, the heavenly strife,
The singing on the sunny sides of all the clouds
Of his own life.”