We read our mood — love best in solitude;
To be alone with nature is to be the
Favored guest of rarest company
Sylpides and aegipans, lithe elves and nude
Goat-footed satyrs, things of dream intrude
On our mute musings that rove fancy free,
Wide through the realm of myth and mystery,
And welcome all, to reason’s law subdued.
‘Twas not in vain the ethnic dreamer saw
A separate life in every tree and stream;
Whose myriads forms from one life-fountain draw
Their varied natures for the One Supreme
Glories in infinite diversifying
Of his vast unity, through endless multiplying.
