“Flat outstretched upon a moundOf earth I lie; I press my earAgainst its surface and I hearFar off and deep, the measured soundOf heart that beats within the ground.And with it pounds in harmonyThe swift, familiar heart in me.They pulse as one, together swell,Together fall; I cannot tellMy sound from earth's, for I am partOf rhythmic, universal heart.”
“Flat outstretched upon a moundOf earth I lie; I press my earAgainst its surface and I hearFar off and deep, the measured soundOf heart that beats within the ground.And with it pounds in harmonyThe swift, familiar heart in me.They pulse as one, together swell,Together fall; I cannot tellMy sound from earth's, for I am partOf rhythmic, universal heart.”
Elizabeth Odell
“Flat outstretched upon a moundOf earth I lie; I press my earAgainst its surface and I hearFar off and deep, the measured soundOf heart that beats within the ground.And with it pounds in harmonyThe swift, familiar heart in me.They pulse as one, together swell,Together fall; I cannot tellMy sound from earth's, for I am partOf rhythmic, universal heart.”
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