The buzzing insect dances free;
I crush no toad beneath my tread,—
The lizard crawls in liberty!
I harm no living thing; my sway
Of peace hath soothed the grumbling bear,—
The wolf walks by in open day,
And fawns upon me from his lair.
Aye, and my heart hath bowed so low,
I gather in this solitude,
Joy from the love that seems to flow