As I, with the passionate beat
Of my over-full heart, feel sweet,
And all things that live, and are part of thee!
Light, light as a cloud,
Swimming, and trailing its shadow under me,
I float in the deep
As a bird-dream in sleep,
And hear the wind murmuring loud,
Far down, where the tree-tops are bowed,—
And I see where the secret place of the thunders be.