Swift things are beautiful:
Swallows and deer;
And lightning that falls
Bright-veined and clear;
Rivers and meteors,
Wind in the wheat,
The strong-withered horse,
The runner's sure feet.
And slow things are beautiful:
The closing of day,
The pause of the wave
That curves downward to spray,
The ember that crumbles,
The opening flower;
And the ox that moves on
In the quiet of power.
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