As with heaped bees at hiving time

As with heaped bees at hiving time
The boughs are clotted, as (ere prime)
Heaven swarms with stars, or the city street
Pullulates with faring feet;
So swarmed my senses once; that now
Repose behind my tranquil brow,
Unsealed, asleep, quiescent, clear;
Now only the vast shapes I hear
Hear--and my hearing slowly fills--
Rivers and winds among the twisting hills,
And hearken--and my face is lit--
Life facing; death pursuing it.
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