Through The Pale Green Forest Of Tall Bracken-Stalks, Whose Interwoven Fronds, A Jade-Green Sky, Above Me Glimmer, Infinitely High, Towards My Giant Hand A Beetle Walks In Glistening Emerald Mail; And As I Lie Watching His Progress Through Huge Grassy Blades And Over Pebble Boulders, My Own World Fades And Shrinks To The Vision Of A Beetle'S Eye. Within That Forest World Of Twilight Green Ambushed With Unknown Perils, One Endless Day I Travel Down The Beetle-Trail Between Huge Glossy Boles Through Green Infinity ... Till Flashes A Glimpse Of Blue Sea Through The Bracken Asway, And My World Is Again A Tumult Of Windy Sea.