. . . . . . . . .. . the soul dives
into the joyful beauty of this graceful ,
and feels herself bird, flower, living water, ;
she takes on your robe, primal purity,
and rests, silently, in God.

The silent stars, interlacing their fires,
ever surging out of endless space,
sparkled like a hail of gold on the waves,
or soared back to swim in the divine ocean . .

Oh of my native sky, perfumes of green hills,
dark filled by long, vague sighs,
And you, suns, burning in your celestial steppes,
and you, waves which sing and die away! . . .

Ecstasy of the senses, magnetic vertigos,
where I whirled, free of fear, thought or words! . .

Nature! Tranquil and immense beauty,
majestic abyss where sacred oblivion sleeps,
why did you not immerse me in your immortal peace?

Nature laughs at human suffering,
contemplating only her own grandeur,
she gives to all her sovereign power,
keeping her calm splendour for herself.