Spirits and illusions have died, The naked mind lives In the beauty of inanimate things. Flowers wither, grass fades, trees wilt, The forest is burnt; The rock is not burnt. The deer starve, the winter birds Die on their twigs and lie In the blue dawns in the snow. Men suffer want and become Curiously ignoble; as prosperity Made them curiously vile. But look how noble the world is, The lonely-flowing waters, the secret- Keeping stones, the flowing sky.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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