It's quiet as I look upon these lands
Five years have passed say new wrinkles in my hands
Once again I see hedgerows, hardly hedgerows
Little lines of sportive wild wood
Now I see smoke, but perhaps some hermits woke to start his day
In towns and cities sensations return so sweet
Felt in the blood these feelings are not obsolete
How oft in darkness hangs the fever of the world
How oft, oh spirt, have I escaped and turned to thee
Here, I lay here with memories of
Nature, of moonlitten nights
Oh I lay here in worship of all that you are
In gleams and visions your thought revives again
Reminding me that life's too short to comprehend
Bound o'er mountains by the stream where nature led
Flying from something, that he dreads
There, I laid there with feelings of
Nature, of starlitten nights
Oh I laid there in awe of the wonderous stars
If solitude, fear, pain, or grief
Ever wear me out of my dreams
I won't forget you and all you've done
For me