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   {
    "text": "Ah, whispering, something again, unseen,",
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   {
    "text": "Where late this heated day thou enterest at my window, door,",
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   {
    "text": "Thou, laving, tempering all, cool-freshing, gently vitalizing",
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   {
    "text": "Me, old, alone, sick, weak-down, melted-worn with sweat;",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Thou, nestling, folding close and firm yet soft, companion better than talk, book, art,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "(Thou hast, O Nature! elements! utterance to my heart beyond the rest⁠—and this is of them,)",
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   },
   {
    "text": "So sweet thy primitive taste to breathe within⁠—thy soothing fingers on my face and hands,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Thou, messenger-magical strange bringer to body and spirit of me,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "(Distances balk’d⁠—occult medicines penetrating me from head to foot,)",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I feel the sky, the prairies vast⁠—I feel the mighty northern lakes,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "I feel the ocean and the forest⁠—somehow I feel the globe itself swift-swimming in space;",
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   {
    "text": "Thou blown from lips so loved, now gone⁠—haply from endless store, God-sent,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "(For thou art spiritual, Godly, most of all known to my sense,)",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Minister to speak to me, here and now, what word has never told, and cannot tell,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Art thou not universal concrete’s distillation? Law’s, all Astronomy’s last refinement?",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Hast thou no soul? Can I not know, identify thee?",
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