Daisies mild-eyed, grasses and honeyed clover—
You, and me, and all of us, met and equal,
Softly shall cover.
[VOICES OF EARTH]
We have not heard the music of the spheres,
The song of star to star, but there are sounds
More deep than human joy and human tears,
That Nature uses in her common rounds;
The fall of streams, the cry of winds that strain
The oak, the roaring of the sea's surge, might