Scenery is fine - but human nature is finer.
You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
And when thou art weary I'll find thee a bed, Of mosses and flowers to pillow thy head.
I wish I was either in your arms full of faith, or that a Thunder bolt would strike me.
I am sailing with thee through the dizzy sky! How beautiful thou art!
Blessed is the healthy nature; it is the coherent, sweetly co-operative, not incoherent, self-distracting, self-destructive one!