When the tulip’s heart I viewed
With the gaze of certitude,
All I saw was ecstasy,
Sighs, and sobbing bitterly.

In the highest and the least
Is life’s quiver manifest;
Over plain and hill and dell
Ever leaps this wild gazelle.

Life is not of us alone,
Life is not for us to own;
Life is everywhere to see–
Ah, and whence came life to be?