Silence in which lie buried infinite shapes of the Universe,
of rare Beauty and Grace,
in which I stand in the state of statuesque immobility
and watch every Tree, Bird, the Sky, the Stream and the Rivulet—
to feel as though the Tree stood within me,...
the Bird flew within me and Streams
and
Rivulets were flowing within me.
of rare Beauty and Grace,
in which I stand in the state of statuesque immobility
and watch every Tree, Bird, the Sky, the Stream and the Rivulet—
to feel as though the Tree stood within me,...
the Bird flew within me and Streams
and
Rivulets were flowing within me.