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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.