I love the things that children love
Yet with a comprehension deep
That lifts my pining soul above
Those in which life as yet doth sleep
All things that simple are and bright
Unnoticed unto keen‑worn wit
With a child's natural delight
That makes me proudly weep at it
I love the sun with personal glee
The air as if I could embrace
Its wideness with my soul and be
A drunkard by expense of gaze
I love the heavens with a joy
That makes me wonder at my soul
It is a pleasure nought can cloy
A thrilling I cannot control
So stretched out here let me lie
Before the sun that soaks me up
And let me gloriously die
Drinking too deep of living's cup
Be swallowed of the sun and spread
Over the infinite expanse
Dissolved, like a drop of dew dead
Lost in a super‑normal trance
Lost in impersonal consciousness
And mingling in all life become
A selfless part of Force and Stress
And have a universal home
And in a strange way undefined
Lose in the one and living Whole
The limit that I call my mind
The bounded thing I call my soul
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