Amor Vit

I love the warm bare earth and all     That works and dreams thereon:     I love the seasons yet to fall:     I love the ages gone,     The valleys with the sheeted grain,     The river's smiling might,     The merry wind, the rustling rain,     The vastness of the night.     I love the morning's flame, the steep     Where down the vapour clings:     I love the clouds that float and sleep,     And every bird that sings.     I love the purple shower that pours     On far-off fields at even:     I love the pine-wood dusk whose floors     Are like the courts of heaven.     I love the heaven's azure span,     The grass beneath my feet:     I love the face of every man     Whose thought is swift and sweet.     I let the wrangling world go by,     And like an idle breath     Its echoes and its phantoms fly:     I care no jot for death.     Time like a Titan bright and strong     Spreads one enchanted gleam:     Each hour is but a fluted song,     And life a lofty dream.