Always dear to me was this hill,
And this hedge, which goes a long way
From the last horizon the gaze excludes.
But sitting and looking, take it forever
Spaces beyond that, and superhuman
Silence, and very deep quiet
In my thoughts I pretend; where for a while
The heart is not afraid. And like the wind
I hear rustling among these plants, I that one
Infinite silence to this voice
I compare: and I remember the eternal,
And the dead seasons, and the present
And alive, and the sound of her. So between this
Immensity drowns my thought:
And shipwreck is sweet to me in this sea.