Its so various moods are expressed only in its eternally changeless syllables. What a magical song!
How bungling seemed our human vocabularies!
I trod the garden in bare feet.
Naked feet, sir!
The delicious chilliness of the ground animated me rapturously. Do you believe me if I confess that I knelt and kissed it? I said that I would not mind burying my nude body for a few hours. Mother earth is so sweet.
I ran up the hill, humming an Oriental ditty.
The air was relishable, like an ice-cream on a summer midnight.
The beautiful sun was rising.
I clapped my palms thrice, reverently bowing.
Am I a sun-worshipper?