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John Gray

I walk the alleys trampled through the wheat, 

Through whole blue summer eves, on velvet grass. 

Dreaming, I feel the dampness at my feet; 

The breezes bathe my naked head and pass. 


I do not think a single thought, nor say 

A word, but in my soul the mists upcurl 

Of infinite love. I will go far away 

With nature, happily, as with a girl.