Nature is what we see,
The Hill, the Afternoon—
Squirrel, Eclipse, the Bumble-bee,
Nay—Nature is Heaven. Nature is what we hear,
The Bobolink, the Sea—
Thunder, the Cricket—
Nay,—Nature is Harmony. Nature is what we know
But have no art to say,
So impotent our wisdom is
To Her simplicity.
p. 268-269. The Single Hound. - Collected Poems (1993)