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When the tulips heart I viewed
With the gaze of certitude,
All I saw was ecstasy,
Sighs, and sobbing bitterly.
In the highest and the least
Is lifes quiver manifest;
Over plain and hill and dell
Ever leaps this wild gazelle.
Life is not of us alone,
Life is not for us to own;
Life is everywhere to see
Ah, and whence came life to be?