Beautiful too, though sad and gloomy, is his Song of Fate:
Nowhere may man abide,
But painfully from hour to hour
He stumbles blindly on to the unknown,
As water falls from rock to rock
The long year through.
His pantheism finds expression in the odes--in To Nature, for instance:
Since my heart turneth upward to the sun
As one that hears her voice,
Hailing the stars as brothers, and the spring