I search for Nature’s heart beneath her dome,
All free from jarring sounds;
Out there my hungry spirit seeks a home,
Out there, my feasting grounds.
I love the giant oak, the poplar and the pine,
Aye, balmful to my soul;
I greet my feathered friends, and they combine
To make me captive whole.
I find no ghoul-like demon of the wood,
Nor siren from the sea;