Come forth into the light of things, let nature be your teacher.
A mind forever Voyaging through strange seas of Thought, alone.
Earth has not anything to show more fair.
My apprehension comes in crowds, I dread the rustling of the grass, The very shadows of the clouds, Have power to shake me as they pass, I question things and do not find, one that will answer to my mind, And all the world appears unkind.
O dearer far than light and life are dear.
The eye— it cannot choose but see; we cannot bid the ear be still; our bodies feel, where'er they be, against or with our will.