“I had heard sometimes br The frivolous whispers br Of the wind, when it breathed br Carelessly in the quiet freedom br Of unpopulated still valley. br br I had touched the skin br of moonlight with my palm, br While chasing fire flies br On a tranquil full moon night br In the paddy fields of my village br br I had lent my heart’s ears br To the revelling poppy buds br Dauntlessly asserting their br Individuality in the orchard br Rich with swarming variety, br br I had seen through the groggy br Eyes of earth, the visible br Beauty of this brisk cosmos. br When early dews rinsed my face, br On a freezing winter morn.