In our heart of hearts—our lover and mate,
The star and the dew and the vine’s sweet bloom
Are fitted to us, and our spirit innate.
They are kinsmen—each century blazing star!
Each snowclad summit, each rose-flushed peak
Have most subtle oneness with us, for afar
Of things sublime and eternal they speak.
With all beautiful things that live, we are one.
We are kin to the circle of nature’s whole.
So, O beautiful trees that stand in the sun,