"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 do let me lie

Before the sun that soaks me up,

And let me gloriously die

Drinking too deep of mere 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 call my mind,

The bounded thing I call my soul."

Alexander Search