At first she raised no
voice, no motion dared:
Charged with world-power,
instinct with living force,
Only she clung with her
roots to the safe earth,
Thrilled dumbly to the
shocks of ray and breeze
And put out tendril fingers
of desire;
The strength in her
yearning for sun and light
Felt not the embrace that
made her breathe and live;
Absorbed she dreamed
content with beauty and hue;
(Book two, Canto five)
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