I Love The Warm Bare Earth And All That Works And Dreams Thereon: I Love The Seasons Yet To Fall: I Love The Ages Gone, The Valleys With The Sheeted Grain, The River'S Smiling Might, The Merry Wind, The Rustling Rain, The Vastness Of The Night. I Love The Morning'S Flame, The Steep Where Down The Vapour Clings: I Love The Clouds That Float And Sleep, And Every Bird That Sings. I Love The Purple Shower That Pours On Far-Off Fields At Even: I Love The Pine-Wood Dusk Whose Floors Are Like The Courts Of Heaven. I Love The Heaven'S Azure Span, The Grass Beneath My Feet: I Love The Face Of Every Man Whose Thought Is Swift And Sweet. I Let The Wrangling World Go By, And Like An Idle Breath Its Echoes And Its Phantoms Fly: I Care No Jot For Death. Time Like A Titan Bright And Strong Spreads One Enchanted Gleam: Each Hour Is But A Fluted Song, And Life A Lofty Dream.