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How do we see our world -- / Formless? Vague? / A rude sphere hurled through space? / A green kaleidoscope of trees, / And the flash of seas? / And life and movement in every place?
I see my world with color wet; / With the golden sap / Pushing the green to the ardent sky. / I see the ripeness, the warmth of fruits, / Round to the sun, plumed melody, / The clasp and the subtleties of roots; / I see gods walk on the morning hills, / Up the dappled brooks and the secret lanes / And vistas leading to ferny haunts, / Where the vivid crimson cardinal flaunts / In calm of tree-pillared fanes.