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Swift things are beautiful: Swallows and deer And lightning that falls bright-veined and clear. Rivers and beavers, Wind in the wheat, the strong-withered horse, The runner's sure feet. 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.