And in a strange way undefined
Lose in the one and living whole
The limit that I call my mind
The bounded thing I call my soul

I love the things that children love
Yet with a comprehension deep
That lifts my pining soul above
Those in which life as yet doth sleep

All things that simple are and bright
Unnoticed unto keen‑worn wit
With a child's natural delight
That makes me proudly weep at it

I love the heavens with a joy
That makes me wonder at my soul
It is a pleasure nought can cloy
A thrilling I cannot control

So stretched out here let me lie
Before the sun that soaks me up
And let me gloriously die
Drinking too deep of living's cup

Be swallowed of the sun and spread
Over the infinite expanse
Dissolved, like a drop of dew dead
Lost in a super‑normal trance

And in a strange way undefined
Lose in the one and living whole
The limit that I call my mind
The bounded thing I call my soul

And in a strange way undefined
Lose in the one and living whole
The limit that I call my mind
The bounded thing I call my soul