Whatever our immitigable end,The earth’s our home and prison thru whose windowsOur wistful scrutinizing minds traverseThe sky’s dissolving continents, exultIn melancholy mountains or, shackled,Envy the inconstant sea that seemsAn uncontaminated god, alone, completeIn mighty passion and the scorn of time.* * *I love the skyward-spiring treeFor its supreme unconsciousness of me.
Whatever our immitigable end,The earth’s our home and prison thru whose windowsOur wistful scrutinizing minds traverseThe sky’s dissolving continents, exultIn melancholy mountains or, shackled,Envy the inconstant sea that seemsAn uncontaminated god, alone, completeIn mighty passion and the scorn of time.* * *I love the skyward-spiring treeFor its supreme unconsciousness of me.
Whatever our immitigable end,The earth’s our home and prison thru whose windowsOur wistful scrutinizing minds traverseThe sky’s dissolving continents, exultIn melancholy mountains or, shackled,Envy the inconstant sea that seemsAn uncontaminated god, alone, completeIn mighty passion and the scorn of time.
Whatever our immitigable end,
The earth’s our home and prison thru whose windows
Our wistful scrutinizing minds traverse
The sky’s dissolving continents, exult
In melancholy mountains or, shackled,
Envy the inconstant sea that seems
An uncontaminated god, alone, complete
In mighty passion and the scorn of time.
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* * *
I love the skyward-spiring treeFor its supreme unconsciousness of me.
I love the skyward-spiring tree
For its supreme unconsciousness of me.