Elevation

Above the mountains and above the clouds

Above the valleys, woods and lakes and ocean

Beyond the sun, beyond ethereal spaces

And starry spheres, beyond their utmost bounds

Swift spirit, now you make your supple way

And, like a swimmer ravished by the waves

You gaily cleave the great unfathomed deeps

With an ineffable and viril joy

Fly far from these miasmic sickly places

Arise and cleanse yourself in higher air

Drink, as of a draught divine and pure

The lucent fire that floods the sky-clear spaces

Beyond the dreary cares and vast distress

That weigh upon our dim existence here

Happy the man who with a vigorous wing

Can soar towards the shining fields of peace

Happy the man whose thoughts, like larks, take wing

Freely towards the morning skies who glides

Above this life and simply understands

The speech of flowers and of silent things

The speech of flowers and of silent things

The speech of flowers and of silent things