Sift down tremors of sweet-within-sweet
That advise me of more than they bring, -- repeat
Me the woods-smell that swiftly but now brought breath
From the heaven-side bank of the river of death, --
Teach me the terms of silence, -- preach me
The passion of patience, -- sift me, -- impeach me, --
And there, oh there
As ye hang with your myriad palms upturned in the air,
Pray me a myriad prayer."*25*

In this earnest ascription of spirituality to the leaves
Lanier recalls Ruskin.*26*

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*1* See `The Waving of the Corn' and `Corn'.
*2* See `Clover'.
*3* See `The Mocking-Bird' and `To Our Mocking-Bird'.
*4* See `Tampa Robins'.
*5* See `The Dove'.
*6* See `From the Flats', last stanza.
*7* See `Sunrise'.
*8* See `Sunrise' and `Corn'.
*9* See `The Song of the Chattahoochee' and `Sunrise'.
*10* See `Corn'.
*11* See `Sunrise' and `At Sunset'.
*12* See `Individuality'.
*13* See `Sunrise', etc.
*14* See `At Sunset'.
*15* See `The Marshes of Glynn', and read Barbe's tribute to Lanier,
cited in the `Bibliography'.