Yea, I have loved the green fields of the earth,
And the gray fields of the eternal sea,
And night with its wide heavens, garlanded
With the innumerable stars, the moon,
Who sometimes like a blown sail in the sky,
Voyages, or enchants with gentle beams
Woodlands, and winding rivers, and still lakes.
“And I have loved the seasons in their turn:
Spring with her fragile flowers, virginal,
Laughing beneath her coverlet of snow;