The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.
Seeing, hearing, feeling, are miracles, and each part and tag of me is a miracle.
Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.
Seasons pursuing each other the indescribable crowd is gathered, it is the fourth of Seventh-month, (what salutes of cannon and small arms!
Something there is more immortal even than the stars.
I exist as I am, that is enough, If no other in the world be aware, I sit content, And if each and all be aware, I sit content.