Transcription:
Song of Nature Mine are the Night and Morning, The pits of air, the gulf of space, The sportive sun. the gibbous moon, The
innumerable days. I hide in the solar glory, I am dumb in the pealing song, I rest on the pitch of the torrent,In slumber
I am strong. No numbers have counted my tallies,No tribes my house can fill,I sit by the shining Fount of Life And pour the
Deluge still; And ever by delicate powers,Gathering along the centuries From race to race the rarest flowers My wealth shall
nothing miss. And many thousand summers My apples ripened well,And light from meteorating stars With firmer glory fell.
I wrote the past in characters Of leaf and fire the scroll,The building of in the coral sea,The planting of the coal. And
thefts from satellites and rings And broken stars I drew.And out of spent and aged things I formed the world anew; What time
the gods kept carnival Tricked out in star and flower,And in cramp elf and saurian forms They swathed their too much power.
Time and Thought were my surveyors,They laid their courses well,They boiled the sea, and baked the layers Of granite, marl,
and shell. But he, the man child glorious,Where tarries he the while?The rainbow shines his harbinger,The sunset gleams his
smile. My boreal lights leap upward,Forthright my planets roll,And still the man child is not born,The summit of the whole.
Must time and tide forever run?Will never my winds go sleep in the west?Will never my wheels which whirl the sun And satellites
have rest? Too much of donning and doffing,Too slow the rainbow fades,I weary of my robe of snow,My streams and my cascades.
I tire of globes and races,Too long the game is played,What without him is summer's pomp Or winter's frozen shade?