We make a symbol of its airy wing
Bright with the liberty for which we long.
Or we discover them with love more strong
As each a separate, individual thing
Which only learns to act, or move, or sing
In ways that wholly to itself belong.
But some with deeper and more inward sight
See them a part of that one Life which streams
Slow on, towards more mind—a part more light
Then we; unburdened with regrets, or dreams,