Nature assumes preternatural light,
Set in sharp outlines that dazzle my eyes.
Blackness and whiteness—no colour there is—
Terrible contrast of lustre and shade—
Yet no surprise thrills my spirit at this
Wonderful world into silhouettes made.
Countries and cities rush hastily by,
Hedgerows and forests excitedly fly;
Rapidly earth pirouettes through the sky;
All things are madly in motion, but I—