Who would fail to admire thee?
However those whose naïve eyes ne’er explore thee naked,
Lucid, pure
Or dead in the grave.
Thou reign my admiration
And supply my sanctum and nerves
With truth and bareness,
Warm simplicity and meekness
Thou endure each day and never cease to enslave me
Each day
Again every hour
Even in my dreams
Until I awake
Tomorrow.
