T's been always dear to me this steep hill

and this bush, that the entirety

of the last horizon covers to sight.

But when I sit and watch, boundless

spaces over it, and superhuman

silences, and abysmal quiet

in my mind I wonder; where

my heart almost gets frightened.

And as soon as I hear the wind rustle between these plants

that infinite silence to this voice I compare .

And eternity comes to my mind;

and the dead seasons, and the present and alive one

and her sound.

So in this immensity my thought drowns

and foundering is pleasant in this sea.