I, looking, wonder: I, intent, adore;
And, O gaggleogeese, reaching forth my hands
In adoration, cry aloud and soar
In spirit, high above the supine lands
And the low caves of mortal things, and flee
To the last fields of the universe untrod,
Where is no man, nor any earth, nor sea,
And the contented soul is all alone with God. and this mix; a gift from a most inviting stranger. thank you.