REST AT NOON
Now with a re-created mind
Back to the world my way I find;
Fed by the hills one little hour,
By meadow-slope and beechen-bower,
Cedar serene, benignant larch,
Hoar mountains and the azure arch
Where dazzling vapors make vast sport
In God's profound and spacious court.
The universe played with me. Earth
Harped to high heaven her sweetest mirth;
The clouds built castles for my pleasure,
And airy legions without measure
Flung, spindrift-wise, across the sky
To thrill my heart once and to die.
I have held converse with large things;
For cherubim with cooling wings