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"Feuerzauber"

Louis Untermeyer

I never knew the earth had so much gold —
 The fields run over with it, and this hill,
Hoary and old,
 Is young with buoyant blooms that flame and thrill.
Such golden fires, such yellow — lo, how good
 This spendthrift world, and what a lavish God —
This fringe of wood,
 Blazing with buttercup and goldenrod.
You too, beloved, are changed.  Again I see
 Your face grow mystical, as on that night
You turned to me,
 And all the trembling world — and you — were white.
Aye, you are touched; your singing lips grow dumb;
 The fields absorb you, color you entire …
And you become
 A goddess standing in a world of fire!

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