The strange mad laughter of the loon
Peals o’er the lake—then all is still.
Amid the reeds, a gleaming spark—
A fire-fly dancing in the dark.
I hear the heart of Nature beat!
The world of men is far away.
O Soul, thy tameless brothers greet!
Thou art, to-night, as wild as they.
The savage blood is coursing fleet!
My heart with Nature’s heart doth beat!