To be reborn, to be reborn again—
Nor perish wholly! The blind earth is thrilled
As with vague rites accomplished, dreams fulfilled,
Marriage and mystic union; all along
Her brimming meadows rings the bridal song
And chaunt ecstatic: that great heart of hers
Is touched now the eternal longing stirs
From hill to hollow and hollow to clear hill
In many voices mingled, or the still
Ecstasy of the firefly that trails