Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

By happy chance we saw A twofold image: on a grassy bank A snow-white ram, and in the crystal flood Another and the same!

Therefore am I still a lover of the meadows and the woods, and mountains; and of all that we behold from this green earth.

But how can he expect that others should Build for him, sow for him, and at his call Love him, who for himself will take no heed at all?

The tears into his eyes were brought, And thanks and praises seemed to run So fast out of his heart, I thought They never would have done. -I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds With coldness still returning; Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning.

Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound.

But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for humankind, Is happy as a lover.