Classic Poem

Heavily I lay on the ground and watched. — — I have listened anew to the raw hills and plains. The soul that visited every place now slumbers in peace. Yet the body muses just as the field is musing, as the gnarled willows at the rivers muse over the way of the world.
Thou, behind all gates, whom I do not see — hast glitteringly covered Thy abode with veils — I drag Thy load along, and I am astonished at the rebound of Thy footsteps.