William Jones by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

Once in a while a curious weed unknown to me, / Needing a name from my books;

Once in a while a letter from Yeomans.

Out of the mussel-shells gathered along the shore / Sometimes a pearl with a glint like meadow rue:

Then betimes a letter from Tyndall in England, / Stamped with the stamp of Spoon River.

I, lover of Nature, beloved for my love of her, / Held such converse afar with the great / Who knew her better than I.

Oh, there is neither lesser nor greater, / Save as we make her greater and win from her keener delight.

With shells from the river cover me, cover me.

I lived in wonder, worshipping earth and heaven.

I have passed on the march eternal of endless life.