Nature And Life

I Leave the uproar: at a leap Thou shalt strike a woodland path, Enter silence, not of sleep, Under shadows, not of wrath; Breath which is the spirit's bath In the old Beginnings find, And endow them with a mind, Seed for seedling, swathe for swathe. That gives Nature to us, this Give we her, and so we kiss. II Fruitful is it so: but hear How within the shell thou art, Music sounds; nor other near Can to such a tremor start. Of the waves our life is part; They our running harvests bear: Back to them for manful air, Laden with the woodland's heart! That gives Battle to us, this Give we it, and good the kiss.