Anima Naturae

Whirl of the river aflow to the sea,
Aspen a-quiver all tremulously,
Skylark that shivereth song o'er the lea,
Shaft of the sun;

Snowflakes that sprinkle the wind-bitten wold,
Fireflies that twinkle with shimmer of gold,
Wavelets that wrinkle the sands where ye rolled,
Rivulet's ripple and run;

Lone mountain-meres that are silently dreaming
Of far-flashing spheres that enmirrored are beaming,
Clouds' crystal tears when the rainbow is gleaming,
I, also a son

Of the Mother, inherit the soul of her infinite throng,
See it and hear it my paths all about and among,
Throb with your spirit and sing with the manifold song
Of the infinite, manifold One.