I Love Your Hills And

Thou Foster-child Of Silence And Slow Time.

Open Afresh Your Rounds Of Starry Folds, Ye Ardent Marigolds.

To Silence Gossip, Don't Repeat It.

Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.

... For, By All The Stars That Tend Thy Bidding, I Do Think The Bars That Kept My Spirit In Are Burst - That I Am Sailing With Thee Through The Dizzy Sky! How Beautiful Thou Art!