Exquisite stillness! What serenities br Of earth and air! How bright atop the wall br The stonecrop’s fire and beyond the precipice br How huge, how hushed the primrose evenfall! br How softly, too, the white crane voyages br Yon honeyed height of warmth and silence, br whence br He can look down on islet, lake and shore br And crowding woods and voiceless promontories br Or, further gazing, view the magnificence br Of cloud- like mountains and of mountainous cloud br Or ghostly wrack below the horizon rim br Not even his eye has vantage to explore. br Now, spirit, find out wings and mount to him, br Wheel where he wheels, where he is soaring soar.