This tall Cedar green of forest;
O God! so hard,
This monolith of marble; that nature build,
This rocky stream, rushing down with methos
Not dependent to any one, but to Nature,
This pleasent bed of daisies and diffadils,
Aah, fllorescent red, His majesty made
Wearing aww, such descent dress,
Are making a moan with 'winds of change' of inland hills.
And this evening of falcon performing in the azure horizon, will soon land down.
And then will come up a convoy of pink candles;
As like Us; little pretty girls in
In weeding gown's,
and springly curls---
Aah, wonder is this harmony; a compassion arises....