Everything is tedious when one does not read with the feeling of the Author.
With an eye made quiet by the power of harmony, and the deep power of joy, we see into the life of things.
How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land!
Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.
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!
Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history?